Surface tension
Somewhere tonight
they build the plane important enough
for a nosedive
we ride the beaten side
the canyon looms as
Mom ignores the news
and in the ballroom of my eye a little me waves back at you
the willing mind too frail behind
somewhere out there tonight
is blind
in the garden sublime a figure lurks in the blue
I chance a step toward her
or is that person you
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