THE MEANING OF
SPACIOUS SKIES
We've hung the ceiling with planes, and the
airport is made of cotton candy. It's only a way
of saying safety is our main concern. Take the
airport tramway from the train, across the
tarmac. Don't walk when you can surely
ride. The edifice is nowhere to be seen,
and St. Petersburg has gone away. The
only thing attendant here is the intended
irony of this metal cage. Captive nations.
Deadalus sticks, and stuck-up kids
in the airport lounge.
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