Moorland
on the incline
taking the club back
thrusting it down
take the club back
thrust it down
take the club back
thrust it down
take the club back
thrust it down
take the club back
thrust it down
take the club back
thrust it down
take the club back
thrust it down
and all at once
i left the ground
on one plane
the engine inside
full of sparks
was roaring
down the runway
gathering speed
molecular in its distance
gone are the hard things
heavy in their grip
leapt my heart
into the blue
ocean of the sky
humming like the wind
felt the sun rise
within
the sand so hot
to skin
finds relief
at the bottom
of the sea
where it wept
against obsidian
for a thousand centuries
and became the mist
over the moor
TL