a conundrum when you discover a craft so conflagrant bright that holds no answer as to why there's absence of light. nnsmoke-stained goggles, earhart canary in the carolina night. nnand when she lifted off, it reassured my terminal fear of flight. nni never expected the slightest of turbulence.nnset sail over the skies you mighty baron, and cast ripples to the west on bended knee.nnin perfect smokescreen cursive, i look up to find these words so amorously scrawled along the cloudy shimmer tide: i know you can still hear me, even though you're not near me.