Now here I am at the airport
dressed in black
my hair all flying Medusa
the sky lumped with clouds
a water bird
flies arrow straight
or missile
if you want modern warfare
I know
above the clouds
the sun will shine
in a seven shades of blue
one shade of cotton white world
if I look down
I will hear the voice
which says
you belong
I will see the red
and hear the heart beat.
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