Flight of Man

in times of
uncovered words circa 2010

Flight of Man

In the shadows of the night illuminated by the still moon

A few minutes before the first break of the day when

The melodies of the nightingale or the song of the starling

Could be heard in the distant east fading with the sunrise

All I hear is the rumbling tune of the man-made sky bird

Born of materials unrefined from this earth fabricated for

Modern day drifters killing time for take-offs then landings

Only to repeat the cycle of waiting for departures and arrivals

But not of the sunrise or the birds of the night or even the

Raw wealth of the earth that brought us this far and this high


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