pilot v1 circa 2009 the blue force reflection dizzying in halves the balance in my body shuttled through the equilabrated atmosphere my tolerance for the smell of grease and heat and copper coils is met i taste of saliva grey and burnished the mechanical voices the tearing through space I have lost all sound except some siblant buzz the blood pools in my body cavity the brain is left grey and craving forced to justify its thought I grasp the polished pock of the yolk the nose pulled upward by the rolling of my head i feel the weightlessness of order and grace the sharpness in lines reveling in the physics of my silver orchestra the horizon responds my dials reel forced in some untimelly war i perform a plotless maneuver dogding a piloted threat the reckless saw of an equal battle the blood pools in my body cavity the brain is left grey and craving the true bleed of consciousness leaves me recinding the last ravages of the drought the sounds are over now I am outside my plane watching as some burning comet, a bright missle is stalking my craft I can make out the letters on the side the white casing it is perfect except the soot near the propulsion where it's black smoke burns i accept all judgment |