I took a flight to the light .
Solitary traveller and loser,
Like swallowing a bowel
in a limbo of boredom...
This stewardess has stunning legs
and something a she-devil ,
ready to offer me a deal ...
She serves me a cup of spells ,
drawing the curtain on the moon
and leaving me in the mist .
Hopeless ...
You're my satin theft
in a swarm of fustful flies ...
I would wake up in a scrap metal orchestra ,
a crash of distorted echoes .
And take her into my harem ,
Shameless ...
A dark insomnia knight
will drown my scarry desires ,
the taste of coffee
will have the lyrics
of your eyes in the blues ...
Was she an angel
floating on a cloud above the ocean ?
Or only a siren from the depths ?
I got lost before Paris -roissy ...
hobson's choice .
Clouds are never where you expect
them to be ...
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lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments5
We think we are steering fate, but more often we simply surrender to its mystique.
what a profound philosophical quote !
Flying by instruments can be a test of faith and only works as long as the instruments are reliable and you have a good map. Nicely done
Caution !
Area of poetic turbulence !
Indeed it is
The world teems with symbols and shadows, yet all is fleeting. Choice is but an illusion.
Brilliant work!
We are left with the lucide choice of illusion !
Excellent write
Thank you Tony !
You're welcome
A flight feels less about travel more about inner escape.....
Last line caught my eyes....
Brilliant creation.
Inner traveler in free fall who no longer has the choice to leave or even to stay.
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