apeggios

peacock feathered eyes
bells chasing each other
limbs suspended
cradled in deep heavy blue

lights silently slowly pulsing
guiding airplanes
to the edge of the earth
in to the hands of the
deux es machina(god of machines)

hit the bottom
the motorway still slightly breathing
spin in circles
tears roll out my eyes
like being poked with a needle

my bones sink
my eyes drop
i am a ghost again
dust
gas
sweet release