Highway
I went to Switzerland that winter.
The lake was full of birds.
The women carried flowers.
And God forgot the world.
I know, I know
that even the highest branches
(even the highest branches will be touched).
And men are maps of evening.
And weather's all we have.
And only the sky
whenever I'm with you
(whenever I'm with you)
is a highway I've been on before
is a night lost in June.
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Alex Dimitrov
Ecstasy
Knopf 2025
