Sing (Songs of Submission #7)
C.D. Reiss
On sinews of air we tread.
Aught but distance our guide.
With no tempo to our gait.
No endpoint drawn.
Neither plot nor plan.
By the thorns of a compass rose.
We bound toward the horizon.
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