Flesh
with it's constant motion
like a humming bird
fluttering frantically,
seeking a connection
to the blue
sky that expands
with each
exhausted breath.
Melt
into the carbon
fibers lingering along,
inch by inch,
tickling like the finger tips
of a stranger.
Heavy,
Weave into them
like patchwork, mending brokenness
in the silent still moment
when i inject my veins with poetry
and drift
like wheels on the pavement.
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