just once I looked
out of the oval window
high in the sky
To see tiny figures below
making dances out of the
snake-line of car lights
It was all flat,
and blackness swooned in over
the view,
A reflection showing back to me
all the hairs that stood their ground
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 12:36 AM UTC
just once I looked
out of the oval window
high in the sky
To see tiny figures below
making dances out of the
snake-line of car lights
It was all flat,
and blackness swooned in over
the view,
A reflection showing back to me
all the hairs that stood their ground
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