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you whistle you dance you try practically every trick to disguise the awkwardness of such an uneventful occurring
you expect something at least a change in the compression of the cabin which causes the ears to click uncomfortably however forgivingly
coping with the altitude coping with the attitude coping with the angle of attack
the jets drone along the occupants dozing off in this mystifying aluminium tube
cirrus cumulus cumulonimbus all try their best to steal a quick glance through the rounded off windows
their whispers heard but never quite registered
who cares about registrations when fate is as sealed as a dead man's lips?
horizons actual or artificial illuminate the cockpit a dark vermillion ever ethereal
the altimeter petrified at 370
indifferent to the occasional peer
the autopilot took the utmost care
over the shadows you sparkle and glisten
and in the midst of this mist you blitz on with bliss
echoes reach far beyond eternity and back only that the soul is mortal and the body weak
murmurs beneath creep out from the entanglement so that the story is told in silence
debris lay scattered or carried by the currents or maybe you will know the bearings?
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