Flightpath


Furrowed river in the clouds where
Suspended millions of lives groan
Underfoot, temporary whitecaps blowing over into the monotony of always-new
Once more
We see a field of powdered air in all
Forms but frozen in stiff serenity, they
Yawn as if their lives are in danger of falling
Awake so loudly a strip of skin reveals
Fresh pink queen still throbbing with
The mortality of a princess
Is no surprise to those who were looking in
The other direction loses and the only and
The only winner
Weaves soft-spun silk into water

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