Through the right window, I see the sun
through the left, the moon
and I travel to Cloud on a Northstar rail
On a late August morning
when life is at crossroads
with strangers Cloud-bound
Angels, demons, and hellhounds
A human or two to fill the gaps
eyes, ears, sunk in apps
They get up and get off
while I get up and fly
Two whole years among thousands
and I wonder why I'm alone
Cloud-bound
with the sun to my right
and the moon to my left.
-Uththara-
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