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Gatwick

Lost at sea in a bright cavern

Preparing to be airborne

Along with fellow members of my species

We wander confused in a desert of gaudy shops

Eat tasteless food and look at screens, endlessly

It’s not so bad

When I think of you I am a queen of unknowing

When where how if – all out of reach like the clouds

I will dive through to get to you

Ground is unnecessary in the sky

And the space inside and out is filled with tender heart

Soft sad joyful brave strong lonely

Released from its chains of command

Permitted to fly

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