11-24-2015, 06:50 AM
Better than the lonely hum of a plane at eve
is the soft haunting tremor of the ship itself.
Sometimes in bed, with earplugs on,
the jaw forced into a hardly describable position
rushing blood through my head,
I imitate the comforting white noise of the sky.
is the soft haunting tremor of the ship itself.
Sometimes in bed, with earplugs on,
the jaw forced into a hardly describable position
rushing blood through my head,
I imitate the comforting white noise of the sky.
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