a women heaving in labour puffs of steam
a caravan of steel cross land state country continent
horse power kicks the driver back in his seat
worlds pass in ribbons lives flash before eyes
the F-1 grinds the cosmos into fumes of noise
it's arms swirls meditatively like a Sufi
until it breaks all ties with this world chopping space-time asunder
the helicopter is enlightened therefore it levitates
a cat chasing electric mice
a hawk swooping binary quail
it catches bytes imprison them behind liquid crystal veils
... Sanko Lewis
