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Plane Time

I dreamed a silicon chip looked like an Aztec mask,
a great yawning blackness where a mouth should be.

A dying vampire awoke in a pool of perspiring blood
cared for by a young woman with a baby.

A Dallas waveform appeared.
A shine on Bachman Lake, sun sparks on oil floating?

The flight is filled with a cargo of ruby, gold, and platinum passengers.
Overhead bins are closed to inquiry.

Red safety cards are hidden in seat pockets.
A bearded lady walks down the aisle.