Vibration

Vibration

Air 
Liner
Thrums
Close
Over
Head,
Flying
The 
Narrow
Room
Between
Cloud 
Bank
Hanging 
Low
And
Doom.
Skirting
The
Mountain
Ridge,
A
Winter 
Wet, 
Icy 
Threat
In
The
Creeping
Mist,
Skims
The
City
Tops
Like
Sound
Sweeping
Snow
To
Rise
Above 
Sleeping
Fools
Below,
Riders
To
The
Sky, 
Passing
By.