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more to life

than chasing around a temporary high
 
until you are up in a WW2, war bird
war plane
 and the shit is all loud and falling apart
 crazy haze takes over
 and you can't find the horizon
you feel certain that life ends
 then you see runway 1 _ 9
and there is no sense of flight

 in the glider, they say
 the birds hover on your wing
 
you come in to land, all loud and crazy
hop out to watch the glider swoop down
 on what seems to be a liquid runway


quiet. no sound
it glides in more silent than wind