Five hour flight right before sunset
Stowaway sun takes five hours to set.
Entire plane gasps when we breach clouds
Twilight beats complimentary headsets.
A day that deepens but never ends
Always running, unable to reset.
The sun is a torch on fluffy clouds
Burnt cream on custard right before it sets.
The night is the colour of Shiva
Touchdown in Vancouver as the sun sets.
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