eyes out the window a hulking metal archangel thunders across the mocking blue sky just a glimmer of white the purity of image distance silence betrays the emptiness the malaise of its contents as it is consumed by the passive clutches of stratocumulus vapor
glued to the floor my back sticky with contempt and introspection i sleep and stare and fantasize of escape an undoing of the essential that has plagued this plane
Pecola's dreams are mine but it is not my eyes that are stubborn it is my brain my mind my infinity that cannot that refuses to evaporate