She takes insight
and holds it tight
her hands make reflecting light
splinter, catch the wind and my sight

In flight
caught on the wing
downdraft towards land
at close to the speed of sound

Performed in a perforated tin can
the protracted night
subtracts the lady with a fan

In flight
caught on the wing
downdrift towards land
at close to the speed of sound

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