- Flight flickers, living light / through a translucent night #
- built the tiniest of castles in the sand, and left a shellprint of my hand #
- We're still playing Solitaire, but aviation's over #
- Planets created sound, heard above our native burial ground #
- river branches, spelling patterns, spilling fortunes, forgotten language #
- so I took my resistance at Westhaven / the stormbirds were singing on the lawn #
- pressed up against that cool alchemical stone #
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