What’s that thing they say about insanity?

Flying the same route over and over

In a seaplane that crash-lands on the coast? 

The vehicle conceals the meaning. 

I’m mean without meaning to be. Mostly 

I miss a body flying over another body,

Buy massages and bottles of beer,

Rinse until the water runs clear. 

What’s that thing they say about water? 

A body is half-full of it, or more?  I’m so clean. 

Loose, liftable, light. 

Lucid enough

To know getting in a car is not love. 

What’s that thing they say about air?