Twin Turbines…
Parallel in rows,
Braided are the lines,
Something rushing,
Like windless air turbines.
Strapped down again,
Nothing risen from the plain,
Deftless the pressure,
In sordid pipes and veins.
Rocket on air,
Flying helplessly on the wind,
They hold me tightly,
But I shall not rescind.
Gale and Grace,
Billow softly on my face,
The heat of summer
Has filled up this space.
Bending low dividing,
The movement almost grinding,
Whir of pistons riding,
Exposing how we’re winding.
Passive or aggressive,
Feel how deep we move,
Thrust by invisible motion,
Forced into the duo groove.
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