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Impossible Rain

Flights of Heaven
In grand form,
Downward
Acing the sky
The planet drinks
A doglegged town
That fits the air and can
Expressing wildly
Back to Heaven
Throwing burns
Effortlessly replying,
Downward
But we own this town
In all sorts of ways
And rain is not our plan
We have things
And trees
And then lumber
And everything on sale
For the New Year
Nothing can come in
The deepest sky,
Cannot even breathe
We sold the rights
in the Senate
And briefly become
Elsewhere
With better rain
And better outcomes
Where the wind blows us
And our homes
And our bodies
While it rains
Like bloodshed
In November