What beauty and sights, hardly;
Double-paned scratches obstruct the skies.
A wing sees the world, only it
Drop below the horizon, and above, becoming blind.
Smoky wrinkles age an engine
Hung from dull, tired wings.
Wings that flap; they flap, and flap, ceaselessly beating;
Each pulse like a heartbeat, I move with them.
A passenger only am I, but my eyes crave captaincy.
Just to the front, it should be easy;
White pillows assure me, We'll catch you if you fall!
Joined now with the helm, in my faculty only stars;
All element as one, and the heavens only just ahead.
Golden cities behind, left to explore baron creation;
And God and I, face to face, it is finished - I am home.