Sleep I to all around me, when…

Miles up, so close
Moving spirits
Press ephermal curve
Into blue concave

Moment’s kinship with these
Who may ne’er bend near again
Faces I will never know
Ever beyond my little purview

Yet sleep I to all around me
And feel so close to them

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