Low Flying Perfection

Didn’t I talk about or walk
Into grand endless space
Like photographing stars
Or that kind of action
Licking, looking, revealing
There is no doubt
An expression to everyone else
Low flying perfection
Shouted out it’s been broken
It’s all across the news
Straighten out an angle
Out of angel iron
Sliding, colliding around
But they won’t let it happen
Overfed vultures robbing us on the surface
They sit, admiring their epochs
Spying, lying
The grass is surely not ambitious
Or wise to what it was meant for