Hallowe'en Road Notes: San Fran to Chicago

37,000 feet above the planet as the veil falls,
here there's streetlights, there I see demons,
Detroit tonight is a warm bath of glow,
the sky is Aurora from coast to coast,
demons slip by cavorting at the wisp of your dead uncle,
or maybe your dead uncle was the one cavorting,
there's a slyph's spirit riding the wing,
tonight it isn't on a dare,

once there were cetaceans who could fly like this
at the whim of a witch's brew tossed into the sea,
today it's just a jetliner on Hallowe'en,
and the only cavorting demon in the sky is me.

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