You said someday a fiery bird
would return
to take you home, that its silver-suited pilots
would call you by your cosmic name. I saw
an image of your life viewed from altitude;
a face looking skyward, wanting to believe.
to take you home, that its silver-suited pilots
would call you by your cosmic name. I saw
an image of your life viewed from altitude;
a face looking skyward, wanting to believe.

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