we learned how to fly after the first deluge.
it wasnt everyone, but a few just started to fly.
something happened something in our mind, in our bodies,
most of us were shook to the deepest core.
when it first happened and we lifted off
soon after we were performing tricks and learning new routes to new places.
even newer places and if there was wind, it filled our sails
our wings were filled
with new language
with a new breath
our hearts generated a new care
we werent to far from there
where ever elsewhere was.
after that, tomorrow never came,
because we could fly.
Regular Clouds 