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last flight- red-eye

cold first touch

choosing at the speed of thought

or so you think

until you blink

nose dips- flightless bird

becomes a stone- without a word

come kiss the ground

passengers like pre-inked thoughts

come tumbling down- but skin parts for steel

no ideas left with breath- we just live to feel

Fresh kill- flesh peeled

macabre mangled melee

black blood flood to water fields

is it worth all the sacrificial life flow just to know

the weeds are all poisoned so that steel tulips can grow?