Soaring, the rush of adrenaline is Rising on the metal wings bearing My spirit I steal a glance from my window seat And look at the downy white Casting cancerous shadows on The skin-toned earth Patches of cultivation Civilization Bearing their battle scars On God's incarnate face, His pure blood running through the clay lines Red as the setting moon

Still in this flight on God's breath I'm trying to figure out how Such a rush And such calm Can coexist within my body Only Divine Creation Can give me this capacity to live