air(craft)
the interval of country
seen high and in obscurity
while standing unsupported
over the portal of
an arctic kiss
each frozen detail
drawn as small crevasses
into your skin
and the carbon patrons
are awake, pensive
tips of fingers pressing
against sight
laying aside clear damage
of sky
the wingtip tragedy
slices turbulence
and disintegrates time
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