View from a window 650000 m above ground
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The clouds stretch out like fields of cornflowers towards the setting sun
Against my will my eyelids pull shut
They open to a different scene, lit in black and white
And right at my window
A blazing white disc
Sharp enough to cut
Blinding
I could reach out to touch it
Only it would burn me
The stars dim beside it
It is too full, too bright
to capture on camera .
Madonna and her child
Etched like a temple stone carving
It rises before me, with all its shade? shadows, craters and all
In less than a minute it will be overhead over my plane
But for now it's here
Achingly
close.
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