'Destination Obscured'
Look and see, those dots connected,
Once left a compassed tarmac, destination soon neglected,
Again with beaconed fading sky paths well distorted,
Look at all the patient winds, waiting weighty wings reported,
Back on earth, beaconed flashes swapped to say arrival now delayed,
And lit up boards remain on pause electronically displayed,
Try the highest power, the ringer of the bell,
Find a pattern, down deeper down tomorrow's darker well...
Arno Le Roux 2015
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