Stratospheric traces of our transitroy flight



trails of condensation held

in narrow bands of white

the sin is turning black

the world is turning grey

all the starts fade from the night

the oceans drain away



Horizon to horizon

memory written on the wind

fading away, like an hourglass, grain by grain

swept away like voices in a hurrican



In a vapor trail



atmospheric phases make the transitory last

vaporize the momories that freeze the fading past

silence all the songbirds

stilled by the killing frost

forest burn to ashes

everything is lost



washed away like foortprints in the rain



In a vapor trail




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