planing raze all day every_day and all night every night, all i hear are planes. the air_conditioner doing what it can to cool a room it doesn't live in is a plane. the toilet clearing its throat after swallowing my swill is a plane. my steady breathing under blankets is a plane. a car door closing is a plane. a lawnmower moaning with a full mouth is a plane. the washing_machine beating its chest in the basement is a plane. compassion carried on the wings of something_wild is a plane. the thief that drains me of my dreams is a plane. the object blotting out the sun that stung my eyes before they were robbed of the right to be enraged is a plane. soon i too will be a plane. and when i tell my tongue to warp my thoughts into words, the only sound you'll hear will be the scream of a single-engine aircraft as it flies face-first into metamorphic rock. 250709 what's it to you? who go blather from