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2008 03 20 17.34

Plane shadow dances
On the changing view
Of ground
Four elements unite
To form a perfect one
But still
A missile is missing
A missing missile

The arsenal is full
and caravels keep floating in
With vast amounts
Of yellow liquid
The tower guard admires
Diving birds
A missile is still missing
A missing missile

The alarm fades out
Sticky ice still hanging
Inside the human hearts
The squadron takes off
For a pretender flight
And days keep going by
But the missile is missing
A missing missile

When, oh, when will
The missing one become
Just fairly missed?