flight 365

the year is half-gone into eternity,
and time’s black hole does not relent.

what is this place where we believe
we can acquire anything, but always

leave empty-handed and alone?
we live in a slumber where dreams

seem like reality while existence spills
from our bodies like jet fuel behind

a damaged aircraft in mid-flight.

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