An anchor to a memory
Of a spot in
When I was contentedly lost.
Alone in an artificial bliss,
I remember the hum of the engine
Solid and smoothly
Transporting me
Nowhere, fast.
An anchor to a memory
Of a spot in
When I was contentedly lost.
Alone in an artificial bliss,
I remember the hum of the engine
Solid and smoothly
Transporting me
Nowhere, fast.
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