Zywa
Everything is fine on board
You know it:
taxiing, the run-up
and off, into the clouds
with the vortexes
The most natural thing
in the world nowadays
Right then I am prepared
to die, overlooking
the summary of life
beneath me, slowly
erased by the white clouds
to a blue celestial
void with a strobe light at the end
of the thin wing
signaling:
people alive here
everything is fine on board
we just fly by
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