There are icicles on the plane window and soon they will pass out
chicken and rice in some sort of paste, tomato, I’ll decline the wine but
the coffee in pentagon pots has a 50-50 shot. I’m trying to capture
2 weeks on scribbled yellow pages and ignore the rest of my brownie
that must have a whole canister of coca and all I can think,
as we bounce about in small spheres of space, is would death be instantaneous if
the exit door opened or would I have a moment to fly among the ice
and lands of white? A moment to regret everything I
have done (there are more locked doors in my memory
palace than open) and haven’t done?
I’m already regretting not taking the coffee.
I’d much rather fly away.
chicken and rice in some sort of paste, tomato, I’ll decline the wine but
the coffee in pentagon pots has a 50-50 shot. I’m trying to capture
2 weeks on scribbled yellow pages and ignore the rest of my brownie
that must have a whole canister of coca and all I can think,
as we bounce about in small spheres of space, is would death be instantaneous if
the exit door opened or would I have a moment to fly among the ice
and lands of white? A moment to regret everything I
have done (there are more locked doors in my memory
palace than open) and haven’t done?
I’m already regretting not taking the coffee.
I’d much rather fly away.
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