Fast to the End - Thursday

Maintain the bearing that you left with

Fifteen degrees north of anywhere

Try not to feel the shake in your hands

Just close your eyes and go fast to the end

Breathe in the white clouds

And wait

Freeze out the world with

Ice crystals on the windscreen

And you’re in the pilot’s chair

Mayday, ground control to no one

Empty the seats and put away the maps

You’ve been away past the far horizons

Close your eyes and sleep

Fast to the end

Faster