Flight- after Melissa Holbrook Pierson

Sometime one night, I watched
for comfort.
They got rushed to the ocean
Sand and flames rising straight up through the blackness.
We can not say what it is.
No lights,
Stars
Each lighted yellow before they are no more for the night.
Air makes a thump in the dark, it too invisible.
Buzz through the floor into my feet,
ground.
I have been thinking. I have been flying.
There is singing in my ears.
The black is as it should be.
It seems I have been thinking, Why, this is all there is.
I saw orange fire.
I fell lonely, strange,
It made me feel no longer.
Doomed to fly and never land.
I heard the last cry of man; to live, to fly, to fly.

Later I forgot how the whole thing made me feel.

People are born everyday. This is fact. 

There are millions of us, millions of ways to view the world. 

Each view might be different, some people may view it the same. 

We make the world that we live in, 

We change our perception of the world to fit how we want to view it. 

"Thus have we made the world... Thus have I made it."

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