I.
flown over again to
where the december air
is grey, not blue
 like the air seen in your
 eyes 
	
that night you didn't sleep
	
snow in chicago and more in philadelphia
from the wing window seat
mechanical devices screech
the dull roar of the engines
	
II.
the sky is never as blue
the grey misery of industry a comfort
	
		in the belly of the metal air tank
		in luggage is you, devotion is hope
	
III.
a morning ruined
with the fate of moving
	
moving away from the unknown into
a pre set fabrication
scan the lines for a honorable mention
never the victorious prize 
	
                          scars mark
                          and fade
	
what is original material
     if stolen from the reality of flesh
mark the skin
hold the heart
go to bed hungry for a
relapse