Atlanta to Destiny
my ears just popped at
8000 feet above
ground, and 18 minutes
out from
Destiny and
falling fast, last will and
testament pending
toward a smooth ending
on the tarmac of dreams
below cotton batting
clouds, the plane moving
inexorable as fate to the
point of debarkation.
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