Flying like a bird in seven clouds
Raglan is a happy well adjusted astronaut
For all the ripples to be smooth
He makes fun of the small man.
On a swing, back and forth, eyes closed, can’t tell if I’m going up or down. Open my eyes for a moment, a glimpse of my childhood home.
To figure out what my dream is.
Was abducted when I was someone else
Outside sky is space and three greyhounds
Make work that engages more emotions
May we all embrace our own ambiguity
We were manipulating swirls of floating colors
we will all be able to fly