Mel Hynes (takhisis) wrote,
Mel Hynes
takhisis

Ode to Cold Medicine

I can hear the machinery behind the world.
 
Subtle steam-driven susurrus. 
 
I feel that if I wait
quiet
poised
until it surges up into almost-hearing and then I 
                       LASH
backward one handed, blind
 
My fingertips will plunge
stabbing through the moist membrane
that for a moment forgot to pretend it was a Real Wall
 
I could peel-tear back the thin skin of reality
and see for myself
the great brass gears and cogs
that keep us all in motion
 
And then I would ponder
what to jam in them first.
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