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EMPTY HEADED AT 32,000 FEET
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EVEN WHORES HAVE FEELINGS
Empty headed at 32,000 feet
sudden fatigue; suddenly restless
hopes for inspiration
traveling south quicker than I am
The plane hurtles through the sky
I see clouds and fog where
they allege Newfoundland is.
No moss covered longhouses
jutting out of the ground
hiding from pillagers.
I look out my little portal
& I see nothing
which sadly mirrors
the thoughts in my head right now.
To Pick Up The Miles
and see the globe, miraculous! slc