Subterranean Airports

Did you know all truth?

I only tried to walk over the frost

But this time there was no mist

Making up your eyes.

Now I know your lips always blink

In synchrony with the marionette

Knitted lips to your chest

Mimetic, “rising” different each step.

Which word do you belong to?

I always thought we looked at the same face

Too many words on your back

Now the airport is underground.

Too many words on your back

Now the airport is underground,

Flashes from a dead past

Now the airport is underground.