through the flat sky
i'm burdened with pollution
trails
the dizzying spray of lights
fall away
with the echo of fading
human existence

floating, the best way to
think, i think,
everything revolves in
clear images
and i have a smile
plastered on my face
just because
thousands of miles up
in the air
my problems couldn't cling to me
any longer
and
i am me without the complications.


you could say the author is still suffering from jetlag.