Atmosphere

Up here in this atmosphere 
Above the poking, choking smoke and 
All the listless, fistless mist that 
Wants to take my breath away,
I’m content to wait and watch
The hapless, notchless goings-on, 
The mindless, spineless nowhere songs 
The people chant each day.

Grace has found me humming tunes, 
Crooning croons on higher ground, 
Leaping bounds not set by man
Onto the grand plateau 
Where air is sweet as sassafras 
And feet have never wrinkled grass, 
Where honey flows and longing grows 
To heights nobody knows.

Somewhere in this atmosphere 
The word is hidden dark and deep. 
Keys to unlock every door; 
Promises to keep

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