Are we there yet?
Yet, there we are
napping on the clouds—
licking the stars
Below, we see a man hanging from a cliff
Yet, there we were not
So he plummets plummets, plummets
to the needles afar
pleading for his mother.
We spot a blackberry bush—
it’s voice calls for us
Yet, there we were—
napping on the clouds
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