Our metal tube lines up on a runway
Anxious engines wait for the call
Then roar to life when a deafening sound
Bringing us to a speed beyond reason, comprehension
Houses in grids tessellate to the horizon
We rise, sharply, to the blue sky
Clouds hide the ground
Fluffy and full, a blanket in all directions
The winged craft skips around
A child during recess
Reaching ever higher towards the Great Unknown
Sailing the sea of cotton candy
The Deep Thinker 
Your words paint such a picture! Knowing the poet makes the poem more meaningful. I did have to look up the word tessellate, though. 🙂
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Haha. That’s a mathy word. 😊
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