A
Plane
Arcs
Across
Our
Dome
Of
Sky,
So
High,
Only
A
Vapor
Trail
Tells
Where
Lately
It
Has
Soared,
Destiny
At
The
Helm,
Twenty
Dozen
Souls
Aboard.
I stand
Below
And
Know
If
They
Look
Down,
They’ll
Only
See
Bare
Ground.
Our
Double
Fate
Is
Sealed,
And
Nothing
Is
Revealed.