Goal Machine
¶ 1
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When he takes a long haul flight
through the sun’s dipped beams outlining grey,
when everyone sleeps he stays awake.
¶ 2
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When others revise for future tests
or diverted minds shift between screens,
Erling takes a literal view of what comes next.
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Now flight path lines and contrails stretch
even rhythm across a screen of blue
showing future times forecast true.
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And as bottles gently rattle
outlandish offerings to remain untapped,
are you somehow on a different plane,
I wonder, when looking at the map.
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