Aerial Manoeuvres (Film-Poem)

Aerial Manoeuvres In dreams, I am convinced I have always been able to fly– the updraft from the cliff will catch me like my mother when I launched from the stairs on a bird-brained impulse, avian memory, invincible faith. Airline rituals reassure me– the act is routine ad tedium– tyres drift up off the tarmac, …

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