Runway Through Glass (v1)

Lyrics

gone. Cuffs bite cold in the transport bay. Two guards, two faces, one glassy gaze. The
runway bends beneath the wheels. The hangar doubles, splits and peels through the overwindow.
Towns repeat a second highway under the first street. Fly, fly, fly. Let the folded world
release him from the sentence written in the sky. Half-time thunder under the wing. The
death row file is a paper thing. A mirrored courthouse tilts below, its doors all open.
None say no. The plane climbs through a ceiling of roads. Past twin moons carrying twin loads.
He sends one last signal, voice breaking thin. If they land me twice, don't let either end.
Fly, fly, fly. Let the folded world release him. Let the man inside survive. The plane cuts through
the double dawn. The prison's reflection is the one left gone.