Aircraft

what beauty what folly

surrendering our faith

in the witch's broomstick

in the herbs of the forest

for a belief in flight engineering

in the formulae of aerodynamics

 

above the blanket of clouds

through the small window

of the jetliner for a few passing

moments beholding from above

the peak of the famous mountain

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