Written Behind the Turbine of Engine # 2

Anonymity maintained. No image comes to mind this time, and you can shove your other senses into a wastebasket fire of white noise. Accelarant boy, sidekick to the solar storm, haha never see it coming. Gathering words and abstracting concepts neither of us fully understands, not until sleep catches us lying down on our backs. Ready to be penetrated with a deep and lasting silence. Some of them say we wear masks to hide our faces painted in the blood of our fellow animals. We try to tell them, these are not masks. Trailing smoke in a downward corkscrew with flame like a ray of light from the clouds to the earth. It is with the wind of final approach sweeping across our blank looks.