The Lift
Vanishing Twin
GENRE Where did it come from?
The wind picked me up
Span m round and spat me up
Fifteen hundred trembling skyward yards
With my head up in the clouds
When I landed
Injured but complete
Disarranged but on my feet
Starter wings I fold inside of me
Was I flying? Was I steeled?
High and low pressure
Hustling together
I am a dizzy wind
Move with the weather
Moving together
I'll be your wings
Steep confusion
Strangeness like a dream
There's no map for what I see
Novel landscapes
New territory
Unfamiliar things to greet
Former patterns
Now seem obsolete
Thinking, feeling differently
History changing
Just who will I be
Is this new reality?
The wind picked me up
Span m round and spat me up
Fifteen hundred trembling skyward yards
With my head up in the clouds
When I landed
Injured but complete
Disarranged but on my feet
Starter wings I fold inside of me
Was I flying? Was I steeled?
High and low pressure
Hustling together
I am a dizzy wind
Move with the weather
Moving together
I'll be your wings
Steep confusion
Strangeness like a dream
There's no map for what I see
Novel landscapes
New territory
Unfamiliar things to greet
Former patterns
Now seem obsolete
Thinking, feeling differently
History changing
Just who will I be
Is this new reality?
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