Pitch Black

a poem

Jul 28, 2026

∙ Paid

gray fighter jet in mid air — Photo by Stephen Chalmers on Unsplash

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How I long for the heady roar
The motor purr that subsumes consumes
When the sound-waves peak, 
And reach
But fall
Failing, passing
On horizon's heading
Bound for…

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