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Wings
The Fall

Day by day
The moon gains on me.
Day by day
The moon gains on me.

Purchased a pair of flabby wings.

I took to doing some HOVERING.
Here is a list of incorrect things.

HOVERED mid-air outside a study.
An academic kneaded his chin,
sat in the dust of some cheap magazines.
His academic rust could not burn them up.

I Recruited some gremlins
To get me clear of the airline routes.
I paid them off with stuffing from my wings.
They had some fun with those cheapo airline snobs.

The stuffing loss made me hit a timelock.
I ended up in the eighteen sixties.
I've been there for one hundred and twenty five years.
A small alteration of the past
can turn time into space.

Ended up under Ardwick Bridge

With some veterans from the U.S. Civil War.
They were under Irish patronage.
We shot dead a stupid sergeant,
but I got hit in the crossfire.
The lucky hit made me hit a time lock.

But when I got back
The place I made the purchase no longer exists
I'd erased it under the bridge.

Day by day
The moon came towards me.

By these things
The moon came towards me.

So now I sleep in ditches

And hide away from nosy kids.
The wings rot and feather under me.
The wings rot and curl right under me.
A small alteration of the past
Can turn time into space.
Small touches can alter more than a mere decade.

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