Today, you carriage.
Riding goggles, gloves, a cigar to stopper your "ah". Suited for avoidance, you venture into time - a constant threat to your sense of virtue.
With a worn trunk strapped to your back, you begin a day's collection of peace - one salve for each completed task; emptiness accelerating as accomplishment slows.
Some pedantic driver sees all except what you choose to contain behind a curtain - willful secrets - remonstrances against a chassis you know to be manufactured but designed to hold everything together.
Measurement begins at the end, after you've sacrificed your limbs for your engine, and rewarded yourself with an imagined forward roll.
Riding goggles, gloves, a cigar to stopper your "ah". Suited for avoidance, you venture into time - a constant threat to your sense of virtue.
With a worn trunk strapped to your back, you begin a day's collection of peace - one salve for each completed task; emptiness accelerating as accomplishment slows.
Some pedantic driver sees all except what you choose to contain behind a curtain - willful secrets - remonstrances against a chassis you know to be manufactured but designed to hold everything together.
Measurement begins at the end, after you've sacrificed your limbs for your engine, and rewarded yourself with an imagined forward roll.
