Aviation Poem by Brandon Nothing

Cryptic tales of dust
We could touch the moon
Ideals about to burst
Gliding viciously down
Here I go I can fly
Churning in the alley of ghost towns
I told you I could
I can soar high
Above the clouds
I can see heaven
Touch all the universe
Feel the embrace of time
Waking the variations
Gliding through the inspirations
All are insipid
That is why I touch the sun
The sun gives me heat
I touch it
A reason to lose all hope
Subject to beat
Uphill stroll diagonal cross
We worship then smoke dope
Let it all begin
Let it simmer in the rain
Why should I care
I am the wind
I am the storm
Above the clouds
Preaching my legends aloud
Their voice was all I could hear
Above the clouds
I am in my domain