Rare Field Ceiling

Rare field shook the plane
Earthly creak at great height
The pilot tapped the glass inside the starling's mind
Pitched through birdcage or church
Hovered lightly on a child tune
Heavy blossom
Plastic decoration
Oxygen mask
Blue smoke leaf plume touched the apse
A finger in the eye
Have you got my transmission?
Did you know me?
I defected, boss
Now decorate me
Mask me with a smell
I'm in the air now and
Nothing can help me to the ground see less