Subterranean Airports - Nahemah

Did you know all truth?

I only

tried to walk over the frost but

this time there was no mist making

up your eyes, now I know your

lips always blink in synchrony

with the marionette knitted lips

to your chest mimetic, «Rising»

different each step.

Which word

do you belong to?

I always

thought we looked at the same

face, too many words on your

back, now the airport is underground.

Too many words

on your back, now the airport is underground.

Flashes from a dead past, now the airport is underground.

--Todd Sipes