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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