Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Nested Combustion


Eyes the color of beer, mind brimming with straightforward enigmas
as he autotunes instinct to all that is required in today's
sleek, undecided stratosphere––


Half afraid to walk off the deep end
and half intrigued by the sheer force of boredom
and wish to leave the machines behind
Nested in the cocoon of combustion, to fly.


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