Soma
|
in those rare moments i am soaring and carefree over a landscape of petroleum, desolate black and streaked with rivulets and lakes of gold that are disappearing in summer's heat the setting sun beckons me down that great expanse and i spread my arms as if this heaving metal and rubber corpse could escape the charred expanse with me my fragile limb undulating in the wind and as the sun melts herself across the land in one finally fiery burst before night shimmering heat and exhaust fumes roaring oceans of combustion and screeching vessels of cessation music drifting to me from afar all moments rare and precious as
|
240904
|