It's always the same boarding a plane
Feeling everything familiar fall away
Suspended mid-air among strangers
Becoming anonymous and thrown
Up against the sky vulnerable
And alone as a bird or cloud
Each of us strapped in our thoughts
Sleeping or watching a movie
Or non-stop talking and laughing
It all feels like a kind of dying
I listen to Stutzmann singing Handel
'And soon thereafter, wherever you are,
You will see me come flying to you
To embrace you ever faithful.'
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