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Endless day

May 3, 2011
I wake up and discover
I’m flying over Turkmenistan
much to Turkmenistan’s general ignorance.
 .
we all sleep fitfully
wrapped up in the deafening silent roar of engines,
a haze of purple fog is carrying us,
not an aeroplane
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