From a plane
window becoming observatory,
the gaze turns into language

even of speechlessness. Cloud
the doubts and dreams
of people dreaming about

flying. All we can do
right now is breathe
sighs of amazement

and fog the mirror
of the atmosphere,
reflecting our own

versions of the cosmos.
galactic cities,
meteor vehicles,

constellation of streets,
and each one of us
the same bright star

one wishes for.
We will only know this
when we are suspended

in air, the horizon
widening and changing
in front of us. The future

we will become until we are
as high as we want to


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