the plane bumped about slightly off its
trolley as it gathered speed and lifted.
the lights of the field arched and
streaked. in tracy's view these were
great candle-powered lamps.
the lights - parallel and dance - recall the
teacher's musical staff chalk
contraption he would as a youth play
with on the blackboard after school.
supposed to be being punished.
[Music]
then tracy was in the air and he saw the
canyon's lighter rock strata receding
across the darkness.
the mystery ice squadron boys were out
there. the shroud valley boys too.
he continued to push the throttle while
pirate tearing asleep
near a
snooze
listen carefullyto the engine
it was difficult music
very white in the watch tower with
maylocks and cigarettes predicting the
dam was key and the aptly named fog
shrouded cast beyond
texaco super b male left to come carry
545
passing arrows 555.
the radio chatter crisp he could see the
light of the tubes that glow through the
enforced balsa dash
even in the darkness the metal hall
shined cleanly it was ship's shape
he studied distant cloud systems he
began to protectively circle the dam.
a water spirit rose up dancing from the
channel it arose a glossy bloom
spinning integral in its own vortex
it walked in a whisk toward tv ranch
growing darker
powered and appeared by a set of mystery
squadron radio wavelets
[Music]
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