3 December 2012

Drone

The long drive on a road with no form
Lines that curve into intrepid intrigue
Bathed in natural neon glow
Skin an unequalled vessel
Exploration of old territory in good faith
Finding electricity that dances in time
Glow of a clock that no longer needs to be

The route ceases to be as new paths birth
Creation from a desire for the subsequent
No concern for the consequence
The road ends out of choice
Yet there is more journey to come

Discovery achieved with tongues
Lips moving with familiar purpose
Sleep has never been real
Warmth of a dying engine
Explosions in the sky
Movement on the ground

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