I rode a plane into the sky
so I could be away from here.
A clouded membrane, far too high
penetrated without fear.
And as I gazed on grey below,
coils rippling beneath the plane,
the shuttering of consciousness
upon recognizing Her very brain.
All those clouds, all that grey matter,
but if I am not immersed in Her
does She still remember me?
Entities that are not present
cannot be lost so tragically,
We are all
rivers and rain,