At the Airstrip
Two jets over the horizontal ocean
Lift, swing, level, and are gone.
Sun blinded, I raise my eyes
To deeper than I have ever seen heaven
And backed by the whole world
Stare past the tracks that reason
Marks for stars to run on. There the dark is,
Empty of every thing. Who, knowing this,
Has not been afraid? Hurled
By imagined laws in skies
We carry around us, what's to hinder
Our sundering but reason?
I shudder down into the sand, blinder
Than ever, and try to hold on.