all sewn up except the eyesnna station of intake is all that a human isnnrelying on what we’re told by our sensesnnbut it’s impossible to feelnnwhat exceeds our comprehensionnnright wing tactics taking overnnleading all of us too closennnnwhere to go from herennthe skies will have to knownnwhere black endsnnand how high does it go?nnis there white after limits again?nnnnleft to figure outnnwith guns and atom bombsnnas if you own itnnexplosions put us herennand now we’re going out the same waynnright wing tactics taking overnnleading all of us too closennnnit rolls in loudernndon’t pay mindnnthis is only a chapter in the linennit’s our own disaster;nnbuilt while blindnnnnhang the weight upnnis there more that matters?nnbalance shifts in scalesnnhang the weight upnni think there’s more to see this waynnnnwhere to go from herennthe skies will have to knownnwhere black endsnnand how high does it go?nnis there time after it hits the end?