Flight 1116 to Amsterdam

Flight 1116 to Amsterdam

Unpublished / unperformed
Written November 2010
by Jasmine Low

Where does it all go?

Memories, experiences, 

information a human like you or I

learnt, paid for, embraced 

for the duration of our lives

Where does it all go?

What a waste it is, I feel

That my passion for Escher's art

Appreciation of Jeff Buckley

A knowing of intimate No Black Tie gigs by Ady Suwardy

Or the beauty in curt prose spoken by Tshiung Han See

Would diminish the moment I depart

Thoughts must be retained, stored as energy

The greater the resistance, the greater the Inertia 

So it doesn’t crash through to the generations

Unless I sit them around me and tell the story

Where does it all go?

Thoughts.

White clouds.

Black rain.

Acid.

Soap down the tubular canals.

Into the deep blue sea.

Transformed to red.

Pollutants.

Fire up my dreams.

I write these unprocessed thoughts.

These raw ideas.

From above clouds.

On Flight 1116 to Amsterdam.

Do we all just die with such rich thoughts

Only to return as a better informed being?

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