"flight mode"
"flight mode"
The higher they climbed, the quicker they blurred,
Wrapped in code and status conferred.
Juno sat still, mapped the ache,
Her descent revealed what ascent forsake.
A world within—a pulse, a thread—
Flight not above, but through instead.
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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh
Sun 10th Aug 2025 23:02
We swim in and drink from the stream of consciousness, which is fed by the gentle rain which falls from heaven, and which, from time to time sloshes straight over the tops of our wellies!