ORDINARY ORDNANCE?

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This post is justifiable only because the delicate layering of metal and corrosive alternative transience fuels my daily fleeing. Fleet? Today, I am here, at an exact point in momentary momentum that defies all other being... (haha, that might rhyme). Opportunity siphons the grid, the girders? Andthis meander of newly prescribed resilience is an apple core divided by a gilded brownish haze. I am at fault too. I have bitten the leather wrapped controls, and I hold close the trimmed exhaust and fetid spewing of inivisible gases... I am the tinkering wheel, the single unsexed bridge between artillery and resolution. The guilt of these debauching shifting feet knows no grappled mind... Out we go. Out. Damn brain! Limousine'd fate!

This poet is a grandstanding horizon. A small definition of gothic smog, a man and his silhouette frolicking in the assumed nature of thunderstorms. Clatters of Gods. Booms! Golden booms detecting the omnipotent everpresent shadow of the unheard ear. What follows, they say, is nothing more than progress and hearsay.