A Fear of (Failure Whilst) Flying

     Whilst rising above clouds as clichés

                     Saw (a) Klean Oven’s feat O’way

       Married in fever

                 Talking thru funnel in sticky summer

What’s a better honour to live for

    Than one’s own untimely demise?

A more obvious killer’s instinct

             Troubles me to come to mind

“On that day,

                   Far and Away,

 I think we were on rare form

                         But now I’m not so sure.”

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