Delta-driven, change forgiven. silhouette-shaped cloud of dust.
Driver bolting,feathers molting,
polished sheen consumed by rust.
Sliding through
(almost knew);
ceaseless gaze from distant tail.
Gaining fast,
leaking gas,
confident you caught a nail
your legs grow tired
the engine dies
You brace in terror
But your mind has lied
again
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