Eight Miles High

"Eight miles high, and when you touch down, you'll find that it's stranger than known."

still haven't found it

You can tell by the way i use my walk.........

For Isaac

"I need another place Will there be peace I need another world This one's nearly gone Still have to many dreams Never seen the light I need another world A place where I can go I'm gonna miss the sea I'm gonna miss the snow I'm gonna miss the bees I miss the things that grow I'm gonna miss the trees I'm gonna miss the sun I miss the animals I'm gonna miss you all I need another place Will there be peace I need another world This one's nearly gone I'm gonna miss the birds Singing all their songs I'm gonna miss the wind Been kissing me so long Another world Another world Another world Another world"

Another World by Antony & the Johnsons

Crystal palaces for floral kings

a widespread waving of wings

witness the sinking of the sun

a deep breath of submission has begun.

Interrupting my train of thought

lines of longitude and latitude

define and refine my altitude.

MAP REF. 41N 93 W WIRE