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One and FourOne and Four
I wait, I tense and I hold my breath.
'Commence,' I said, directing my voice towards an image on the screen of the machine in front of me. 'Commence, do you copy?'
There was no change. We still hovered five miles above an uncontrollable war where a life processed no meaning at all.
'Do you copy?' I repeat.
Time was limited.
When there was no answer, I had no choice. I began to override the system of the aircraft Magnus Two.
Before my fingers could finally confirm the commands, the belly of the aircraft opened up, deploying the bombs which should have been released seconds ago.
Mission delayed; I took the lead, making sharp turns past enemy aircrafts, not attempting to shoot them down. They were to fall to their deaths soon.
Flying behind me, nose to the heavens, Magnus Two began to reach speeds I never thought possible and took over my lead. I gripped the controllers and pushed on forward, matching its speed.
I made a quick glance to the pilot, to smirk like I did when
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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