Flying over Morocco
All I can see down there
is darkness and
A great peppering of lights below.
Some places so thin and tiny,
They look like ships.
Are they?
I don't know
I want to
I want to know more.
They look like tiny rave remnants.
Pixy dust
Separated by desert land.
And then there's a big one!
Is it a city?
Or a vast great ship.
Passing cities,
What are they?
I wonder what they look like
In the day, from the ground...
A plane, few thousand feet below
Fast and flashing
Not constant and glowing,
Like the distant towns...
Far below.
