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Dante’s plane ride

Updated on September 07, 2012

Mountains grow in obscurity

under the vague glances of airplanes.

They blink a warning to stay away

cell phones should already be off,

seatback trays in their upright position.

Disconnect as we descend

and for a brief moment

separate ourselves from this need to be

somehow

important

All are leveled as the landing gear engage

Circling lower like a giant vulture

scenting death

bleached by the sun.

Expose each gasping fear

raise into monuments

these parched perceptions,

smooth like marble’s pulsing veins

racing flutter of the last moment

before the breaks engage.

Exhale

pressure releases,

eyes open.

Safety’s shattered illusion

click, click, click

as each prisoner escapes

from the confines of their seat

to the heady euphoria of survival.

The mountains recede

behind the veil of evening smog.

A cocoon or womb

to keep us warm and indifferent

to what grows outside of the door.

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      whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States

      A nice presentation of a perceived fear of flying or perhaps emotions released as the seat belts click, in ending a fearful flight from who knows where to who knows where.

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