It's the kind of field
Where you can lay down
And feel
The blades of grass
The sunny kisses
The winter whips
And know you're stuck
On the side of a planet
That planet what made
the heavens and the earth
Heavens upon heavens
I would take a step off
Touch down on white puff
And leap past the frost
Stream away in goodness faith
For other planets places proverbs
To imitate
If only just to soothe a hearth
Heavy burdened with heaven words
And heaven's holy arts
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