Sonnet 9, Altitude

By Glígor

The levels of the Linguist’s learned friends

Hold wisdom where Each in the air asunder,

And there, all styles of fancy feathered friends

with Captains, choose the altitudes to plunder.

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We cross from tarmac, corse and pebbled earth,

To stratus smooth where soaring eagles fair,

Then sings the altocumulus that burst

With tears as we pass through to sun kissed ai…