A crowd
Standing
Caught between groud and sky
Time weaves around the steel stairs
And through the golden light
Melting into the colours of the runway
I turn from the static fumes
To see these streaks of shadow and afternoon light
Perhaps it shall be the moment we remember
As we fall from the sky with flames for hair
Or perhaps it shall never cease
I moved without motion
Rising into the light
And saw us standing on the stair
Small and temporary
And so I flew
On the wings of aluminium angels
Into the clouds
And saw
In the blazing light
A non-existent city on the horizon
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 2:35 AM UTC
A crowd
Standing
Caught between groud and sky
Time weaves around the steel stairs
And through the golden light
Melting into the colours of the runway
I turn from the static fumes
To see these streaks of shadow and afternoon light
Perhaps it shall be the moment we remember
As we fall from the sky with flames for hair
Or perhaps it shall never cease
I moved without motion
Rising into the light
And saw us standing on the stair
Small and temporary
And so I flew
On the wings of aluminium angels
Into the clouds
And saw
In the blazing light
A non-existent city on the horizon
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