The Airman
Rick Holland
I will see what the airman saw
And higher, the view of the astronaut
And higher, the tick of the satellite
And higher, where height morphs to night
And quantum lays out just as massive
And unknown as the small it contains
Ground fears play out on a surface
One giant map of free states
Or a global ball of electric
As data streams over state lines
Sat deep in this cannonball universe
Sat deep in this one ward of stars
The higher we climb from our surface
The clearer we see where we are
Where we are where we are
Where we are where we are
Where we are where we are
Where we are where we are
Where we are where we are
Where we are where we are
Where we are where we are
Where we are where we are