a flight...

took
off me
above...
i thought
the tachometer read
one twenty...
took me off
above...
i dreamt...
the purring fan blade...
led to a trance...
momentary
though
but a trance...
above...
someone's shout...
someone's oblique curse...
but still managed
to have a flight
clipped wings have i not...
hidden wings are they...
i dreamt and unfurled them...
purring fan blade...
tired body
but took me off
i thought...
and the tachometer yellowish red
one twenty it surely read...

took
off
me
i dreamt...

the soil...
the fading buildings...
water heavy blackish cloud...
sultry weather opposition...
somehow managed a cockpit position...

and took off...
me...
soulwise...