Plagiarism

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The airport within the evening sky  
Stars tearing little white holes in it  
Just like eyes they grow accustomed to me  
 
Planes circling and stacked...  
All the way from the terminal building  to my soul  
I have chosen a glide path...  
To make myself feel at home  
Incoming flights ... Diverted... Delayed  
Outgoing flights ... hours behind their  scheduled times  
The noisy chaos of travellers...  
Seems to be a long distance away  
A superhuman calmness  
Emptiness is dark and bizarre  
Whose inspiration...  
Whose imagination is being captured by me  
 
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