00h40
I thought you were a she.
Or A man.
Or A bot.
Or An escapee from a psycho ward
Any option was bad.
Even number 1.
My thirst to talk,
To dupe the ultimate failure,
Death.
Together I can fool myself.
I can be the right wing.
You can be the left.
And we can fly away
In the galactic cloud of illusions
Where you feel alive.
Definitely
Not dead.
Because you’re a freak,
I did not dare
Check if you can fit
To be the left wing
Of my dream machine.
Your undisclosed personality
Fucked my plane.
I tried to recycle
Some old spare parts
Either too rusted
Or wrong number
Or just
No answer yet,
But my iron was cooling
Soon the glowing vein of liquid desire
Will be petrified
Like cold lava,
Losing its life-heartbeat,
I sent an SOS
••• — •••
Mayday, mayday,
I’m losing altitude!
Where is my fucking left wing???
…
00h41 Radio silence.
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