the clouds crowd far beneath my feet; <br />but i—i’m distant! i wish she could see <br />the lands stretched free beside my wings; <br />better yet, i wish <br /> <br />she could stay and see me. <br /> <br />twelve hours to london and ten to parís, <br />but i—i’m reversing! back home where i'm free! <br />the skies become my heart’s soft, wisping-sigh dream: <br />by flashlight, I add <br /> <br />an eighteen, a three<br /><br />Antoine Lavoisier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twelve-hours-to-london-but-backwards-it-s-better/
