There is a skyway in the air
Over head. It is a flatland
Resembling ice floes above.
An inverted road that turns
The world upside and down,
Mirroring it in the clouds, it
Is in the heavens that I see
My path, a walkway of white
Bleak yet inviting. You can
Get lost, without directions
In the flat skyland of cloud
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