Sleep on the Wing - Wire

Hurtling through the skies of North Africa

Carving through the waves of the Strait of Hormuz

Dangling a lure out in front of you

Present the bait, unable to choose

Upward and inward, outward and forward

Sleep on the wing, fly through the night

Ration your thinking to what is good for me

Partition a sprinkling of what is good for you

Compress the essence of what is inside your view

Acknowledge the presence and fashion a frame

Upward and inward, outward and forward

Sleep on the wing, fly through the night

Fell off the page in the right hand corner

The morning after you told me Ex-Pat was dead

One of the best — a top spot runner

Half a second faster, she was pole on the grid!