Cloud 9
Bove like snow under foot
Neath blankets and quilts
Square hole reveals
Spreads of fields
And sheets of plains
On mattressed earth
Threaded and joined
By rivers and streams
The sweetest dreams
Pillowed by hills
The mount's toward Heaven
The valley's watered
Billows of apogee
Immersing in sea
From flying machines
In seated beds
The covers conceal
The soar to heights
The eternal flight's
Five minutes to touch down
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