arms extended
side to side
those of a
plane aimed upward
assuming heaven
will weight
burn the muscles
the roar of the
engine
seems unreal
and landing
gear becomes
useless at
forty thousand
selfish as it
seems desire doesn’t fade
only a crash
seems inevitable
only ocean
below unless caught
in the wind
skipping across
the atmosphere likes
rocks on a lake
arms becoming
heavy as gravity forces
a deeper descent
tranquility
momentary as
earth doesn’t move
a moments time
energy enough
for an eternity
shared one moment
assuming that’s
what it is like…
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