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    3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
    612-822-4611

Open Daily: 10am - 10pm | Alley-side Pickup: 10am - 7pm
3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
612-822-4611
The Phantom Poet

The Phantom Poet

Cohn, Robert S.

Paperback

Series: Chanelled Works, Book 1

General Poetry

ISBN10: 1533206589
ISBN13: 9781533206589
Publisher: Createspace
Published: Aug 21 2009
Pages: 128
Weight: 0.69
Height: 0.27 Width: 8.50 Depth: 11.00
Language: English
SR - 71 The world lost it's pull again as I dreamed so real, this lucidity it seemed going gray, getting dark the meaning of life, losing benchmark. Earthly horizon plummeting back and away memory rushing back inside the replay I'll clarify if I can, describing my flight It went something like this. . inside the dream that night. Far from the known world in suspended animation to the colorful blur. . life meaningless in relation so hold on now, to what I say the SR-71 dream went this way. . I feel the vibration. .then it stops then decompression in dreaming the hissing drops thought and memories falling away as gravity is slipping silently astray. Horizon falling beneath cirrus cloud lining what would happen if, I keep right on climbing? Idea of a plan now in my head no longer a man asleep in bed- but hurtling along the ozone ceiling mach 2 cancelling pain from this hurt I was feeling. Icy and deep, the color atmospheric blue panic setting in from what I've talked myself into. Quasar of sunlight in the window shining twin engines two-thirds. .softly whining color, smell, monochrome corona faded. . to my disbelief, the lucid dream re-created! Darkening aura of backdrop blue climbing sixteen degrees, with the stars in clear view! This rampant idea planned all the way through as if I thought I could try, or had the guts to. . Floating feeling . .I glance down. .MACH 4 Permanent waves on a temporary shore I repeat to myself. .you no longer care! That was you, you're here. . no longer down there! Window for re-entry fading fast. . my life before me rushing past thumb at the red cover of the AFTERBURNER switch life and death chiming in. .final score? Life's A BITCH !! Backed against my own sonic boom I gambled this dream to seal my tomb. I feel the thrust. .slammed back in the seat no more re-entry control to defeat! Polarized. .synchronized. .no more memories for I've passed my pilot's test if you please! No more going back to pain and doubt the twin engines flicker . .then flare out ! pilot AWOL and unaware . . as the stars shine in my teary stare. . so this is how it all ends I think to myself You're almost out of. . . AIR.

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