An Eagles afternoon...

'You can check out any time of the year
But you can never leave...'
The tune hummed
The sense forbidden
Eerie...
Ghostly...
Strange,
As if the afternoon
Left him
Captive...
Held
Imprisoned;

And
The cool
Sweep
Of life
Small
Took him
Far,
As far as the sky-
Outer unreachable one,
Where
A white swan
Took a noseup
Flight...
Rockety,

And
That idea
Held him more
To remain captive-
To soar...
To meet Him
At the high
Of the deep,
The long,
Of the outer sky.

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