pipe dreams

as the paper is folded,
a paper crane molded
and we'll fly away on
crippled wings.
play wind-up music out of
(music)boxes. we'll dance in stars.
carve out a home for ourselves on the moon.
we'll be shooting stars. fast as lightning,
gliding over cities, watching teeny-tiny people
go about their every-day life of normality, inside their
little houses.

we'll be extrordinary ()
sailing away in our ship of dreams.