distance is a loss of cabin pressure

at 35,000 feet

i dont want to be let down

i feel a fiery crash

a loss of control and a feeling

of never touching the ground

im thinking this as our distnace

keeps spreading, opening

wider and wider

she has become

the misty blue mountain

barely discernable on the horizon

i have a sandy blanket of

sun and war to over shadow

the lack of her.

09/21/2002

Posted on 09/21/2002
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