Soul Whirling Somewhere Aileron
goodbye salt lake. my late afternoon flight. i'll take
these wings, because i don't have my own. but if i did,
they'd be even more weathered than these. and i couldn't
get home. no, i wouldn't go home. from way up here i'm
unknowingly looking at you. and i wonder if we're similar
enough that you feel it. up here it's just empty space
and the cold thin air. and i wonder if there's really
that much more for me down there. aileron, my enemy. just
this once let my plane not go down. for as many times as
i've begged you to fail this time i've gotta get back
alive to live and hear her voice again. God keep us safe.
or turn us around and crash in the lake where i woke up
today feeling so great.
