the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Monday, February 14, 2011


And everybody kept calm as the plane went down.
Cigarette butts were mashed on the oxygen bar
And an occupied room made magic with smoke and mirrors,
But little did I know that I wouldn't
An that there was no way to flush it out.
The sky was jammed with cotton like a pill tube
And our ears popped like the cylindrical nirvana
That kept us irrelevant to gravity's intentions.
A body that bathed in scentless lavender
Was all tied up with a symmetric bow,
For a gift best left ungiven.
A day that went by just comfortably fine.
A final descent that was inertially driven.

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