Thursday, 7 July 2011


When we fly, when we board those metal birds,
when our dreams become collective dreams
in the nest of the night,
our journeys become our destinations.

As we travel in time our selves unravel
encased far from the damp earth
and when we finally emerge blinking we are made anew,
shaking our coats like wet dogs
lighter, lighter than the air we came in on.

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