n Flight
There are still planes Rasool Day and night they stack flock I saw one tilt all alone like memory of hawk or albatross Airports remain airports
Do you recall the possibility risk no mans land biometric passports sterile air clocked unclocked and not a wild thing to care about Today I buy an old-world map Every flattened country every coast Rasool I have a hunch where you may be Each time I land I’ll make my way down to the sea
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