IN PURSUIT OF THE PERFECT BOMB RUN

BY JAI

There is a razor thin line between certain doom and total ecstasy
Bending the limits of humane capacity

An almost total symbiotic trust, like the bullet trusts the gun
Once fired, the singular function is always forward

Together shattering the veil of obsolescence and wasted time
Crawling out from under the cities belly

A mutual zeal for living ignited in the literal tempting of death
Never minding intent, the purpose was speed and unity

What a vision they must have been as they came, roaring up
Speeding by, and racing away, hyper focused

Deftly maneuvering in unison, instinctual, without negotiation
Tirelessly sprinting, fearless velocity, dodging traffic

Loneliness and neglect in common, he accepted, learning love
They learned to trust, then they learned to fly

Together and forever, finding joy in the hunt, solace in the chase
The flight from darkness, in constant pursuit | JM

JAI WRITES FROM OSP. HE IS A CONSTANT GARDENER.