Exhilarating
Rising up into the darkness
Over patterns of light
Small pairs of beams
Showing the way
For toy vehicles
On the ribbons of black licorice
Brightened momentarily
By their miniature lamps.
It does not seem as high
My stomach does not shift
No fear of falling
Just the patterns
Soft glow
Muted light
Midnight quilts
With tiny dots of life
That trail away to fewer rays
Until the darkness overtakes
And nothing can be seen
From our portholes in the air.
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