The bird is here and we are off to wherever those wings take us.
The atmosphere is crawling with airlines
That wind through the clouds and look down on the
crowds.

Relax your back and let the noise sing you to sleep in my arms.
If you awake before we arrive I will carry you down
and I won’t make a sound.

The scent is strong as we move on and breathe in the
pristine crime scene.
The false veneer is old like a substitute volunteer
from, oh, some other year.

I’m just a show as far as I can tell, so I paint my
eyes a light green.
The silver beams are twirling and swirling throughout your dreams like air traffic streams