Doooooooooooooooooooo on wheels
Voooooooooooooooooooo on wings
I slept and woke and ate and watched
In the little space allotted me
In the belly of a flying bird
The whole of humankind was there
Marking the ascents or descents
Through the vapours above the earth
To puff up their impromptu plea
Befriending the abode of God
Until I was expelled from there
The belly of that iron bird
And deposited onto earth
To walk under the thin and fat trees
And eat of a fruit in its season
Far from the dwelling heights of God
Far from the fostered fear of God
Voooooooooooooooooooo on wings
Doooooooooooooooooooo on wheels
And then the catwalk
For being an angel without wings
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