evolution poetic

                                         Up

You can move

that steering wheel                     The sun

in four directions                         lights copper on the water

                                                    then white across

Push forward—                          the trumpet blue

keep the skyline                          jealous and august

on your horizon

Planes are built

with attention                              As if we were

to redundancy                             to fall—

                                                    my future

Hug the shore—                          words would drown

it's cold, I don't                            I am infallible

want to swim too far

Republic                                     Repeat sounds until

foxtrot-three-four                         they break—echo

five-seven-niner                           echo-lima—as does

                                                     the world below—

Request per                                into nonsense

mission for a

touch-and-go over                       Marshall a sense

                                                     of this aural sublime—

Remember                                  even after the fall

keep that nose up                        you've got that much

                                                     more living to do

I got the controls

You need to keep your nose up—bring her around, we'll try again