Gates and overhead fans Travellers Waiting Clutching passports and tickets Whilst giant machines Queue up Waiting to power along Soaking wet runways Blasting tiny humans into The fantasy of imagination
We have learned to fly And normalise The experience of disconnecting ourselves From the solid earth
We float in the air Like babies in amnion Normalising the abnormal Dreaming our earthly lives away
Itβs all but a dream All of it Organised into parcels of time Bundles of adrenalised experiences
Inside all of us Our hearts beat Once Twice Thrice
Calmly counting The measures of our time In this incarnation
Until we stop Fade Disappear into the fabric of the air
Wider Freer Greater than any jet plane
Abundant in our disappearance Untraceable Unrecognisable Lost in the wisps of our former existences