Piloting and despooling The reality of JB’s confinement is suffocating. The air inside is thin, hot, and heavy with the scent of his own fear. His flight suit, usually a second skin, feels like a lead weight. Through the visor, he sees the control panel—a blur of familiar red and green warnings pulsing just inches away. His fingers twitch, aching to override the sequence, but the shimmering silver nanoweave holds him in a vice grip. He is a creature of action reduced to impotent stasis, staring at salvation he cannot touch. JB feels the phantom touch of ancient hands as they apply ceremonial linen over the nanoweave. The timeline collapses. He is no longer just a space tourist; he is a modern man drowning in the dust of the ancients, suspended in the liminal space between the cold silence of the cosmos and the heavy, golden air of the afterlife. As the pressure locks against his skull, the final thread snaps. It is the disintegration of the self. JB feels his history, his n...
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The Car Wash and Knight Manifestation poem
The sun painted the sky with hues of blue and white. I thought of the extravagant modifications that made my life. The works of art, engineering marvels and artifacts of glamorous entrepreneurship. My mindfulness is constantly cluttered with style, passion and systemic expectation.
As the roaring of jet-propelled water filled the air, a hush quelled my anxiety. The Knight manifestation had begun. The shroud of my unconscious interconnections was stripped away. The shriek of Holy Land power filled me with awe and admiration.
The awe-inspiring delusion of valour and chivalry captivated and subjugated. They forced me to pay homage to the illustrious past, present and future. The symbols of power and emblems of order. Illustrated through famous battles that fought for our freedom.
History's influence is determined to find its place. Even in the most unexpected places.
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Symbols of Power and Emblems of Order poem
The sun painted the sky with hues of blue and white.
I thought of the extravagant modifications that made my life.
The works of art, engineering marvels
And artifacts of glamorous entrepreneurship.
My mindfulness is constantly cluttered.
With style, passion and systemic expectation.
As the roaring of jet-propelled water-filled, an air hush quelled my anxiety.
The Knight manifestation had begun.
The shroud of my unconscious.
My interconnections were stripped away.
The shriek of Holy Land power.
Filled me with awe and admiration.
The awe-inspiring delusion of valour.
And chivalry captivated and subjugated.
They forced me to pay homage.
To the illustrious past, present and future.
The symbols of power and emblems of order.
Illustrated through famous battles.
Those who fought for our freedom.
History's influence is determined to find its place in the most unexpected places.
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