Maneuvers
Nevada Test Site
And I'm stripped of all my skin,reading diaries pointless and thin.Blessed with burning coat tailsat the bottom of the ocean.Do you believe your breathing?Ballistics air born out of the pen.A dialogue of launch padsglaring at the sun.You wake up slow, anesthetized and choked.The eyes watching that black and white reel.Folded obstinate among vanadium steel.Entrenched in bunkerswhile you zoomed into the shot.Framed imbalance as you'reface down at the door.Mission control is wide open.Error in the circuitry,but you didn't get it wrong.Origins unknown.Three beams of light.You don't knowwhy it's stacked likeLetras de cancionesyour reason.Signaling beaconin distant flight.Tear it apartand watch it fall.
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