Shaded whites, blue and grey,
Patches 'neath the misty haze,
Rolling meadowes passing by,
The stilled green pastures cannot hide.
Above are mountains, below the same,
And even deeper can't explain,
Nor ever imagined this to be,
The beauty of those vapor trees,
Calm the fear of Flying.
The THRILL is gone, no seperation,
Entered in this vast floatation.
Numbers, needles, gyros too,
A never ending struggle through.
Got to "pee" no place to go,
Keep flying straight no time to slow.
My senses lie to me this day,
Believe my eyes or price to pay,
On my face no smile or frown,
Today I think I'll "Kiss the ground"!
A cell as pretty as can be,
How could disaster this close be,
For breaking through this layered ceiling,
Where does it end, there's no revealing.
About that time my stomach met the back of my
throat somewhere in the middle,
and that's all I wrote.
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