Saturday, June 6, 2009

Full Flight

From the sky
The silent wreckage
Heaven bound
Below the sea
Eternal want of safe passage
Destroyed with all those dreams
The disaster is all we have
It makes us great in our small lives
How quickly spent this mortal coil
How oblivious to all its charms
Just last week
Our bridges burned
We crossed the dead sea of ourselves
And fate her silent progression mapped
Delivered us apart
So hopeful in the aftermath
We lived to tell the tale
While the Boeing lost without a trace soared its story pre-ordained
To fragment and evaporate
Its crumpled metal wings
Nothing more than this
In the end
A paper rocket
The epiphany
The apology
The answer
A day in June

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