airplaneflight

Swirling winter plains
Fly below mighty wings;
Wedded to the sky.
This sky swoons for my eyes,
The clouds are fettered to the earth,
But I have escaped.
I am no longer mothered by the air of the world, but set to fend for myself,
To find a residence in an alien landscape.
The rarity of a moment above
All my fellow men and women
Assigns a certain value to every action; mundane yet novel.
They cannot be mundane because they are no longer accomplished in a world.  
Infinity travels sound and screams as if it heard a sound.
I hear the sound.
Did it merely travel round
To collide with its past self?