Commodity flight

It's just another

airport

Only another

departure

Simply another

metal wing

And no more

than flight

When did

the gut-wrenching joy of soaring,

the anxious tension of leaving,

and the barely-concealed anticipation of journey

leave us?

It's just another

blindness

Only another

hypnosis

Simply another

apathy

And mind flight is

no more

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