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I sit here under blue sky
Looking at the cirrocumulus
Noticing how much higher
They are than other clouds

Then I think,
How much higher planes fly
I’ve been aboard and seen
These same clouds so far below
As we glide on by

But, how much higher are satellites
Drifting by out in the black
Forever orbiting where comforts lack
Working in silence, never touched again

But, how much higher is the moon
My mind drifts like it’s cold stone
Traveling beyond all else
Looking so close, but forever alone

But how much higher is Mars,
Are the comets, or the stars,
No matter where I go
There is always more

I lean over and pet Kai and wonder
Just How Much Higher I’ll fly