Not a One Is Blind

Fold up those black bat
wings, try not to break
any bones. Would I stay drier
with a mature adult
protecting me overhead? 

Getting tangled
in hair is a myth. I could see you
if these clouds would disintegrate
is another. When I look up
it’s all concave and vital again.

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