airlift

airlift

the heavy drone of machine movement

caught us

coming or going,

put us out

in night alone.

I took up exercises

of the past,

thinking through the days

never knowing or believing,

just bangbangbang

of gears,

a kind of falling apart sound,

loose as us.

and tilt,

tumbling over the hills,

facing a mirror,

confused eyes waiting.

and the machine

coughs home

this time.

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