Member Poem

The ride up is mundane though I think of the plane crumbling like Lego as we lift off.

As we descend the titans that loft and linger gently shuffle, heads bowed beneath the stars like monks.

God so enraged pinches our heads for attempting to get so close to him or perhaps he is carefully holding our ears to stop our brains from leaking out.

i think of the plane falling apart as the pressure builds in my head.

*Sniff*

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Thank Christ! We've landed.