So you flew
From north to south
From coast to coast
Then-
Twice transatlantic.
Now home again,
But differently
Changed
You take your seat
Fall asleep.
From nothing.
You flew away
First high then low
First swift then slow
Then-
You flew again.
The pieces back
In your luggage
Quick hard punch
Cold fast slap
Reality’s light hard and bare
Reality’s time fast and spare.
You went away
To see to see
Her golden hair
She breathes she breathes
I am as rock
I am as stone
On a shelf
Left alone.
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