THE WORLD FROM ABOVE

When you are up high,

houses hold candles to the sky.

 

In a nighttime splendor,

soft lights sparkle and wane.

Highways ooze like white veins.

 

Water is a mysterious darkness,

softening the edges of the land,

sealed from sight are things below its placid surface,

hidden in the murky sands.

 

If you climb higher,

cities become bulbs,

weaved into earth’s fabric,

flashing yellow glows.

 

It is hard to believe what’s below is alive.

As clouds begin to engulf us,

we steer straight into an unknown

the moon doubles in size.

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