Energy-skeleton frames,
Clad in glorious
Ember and faith armour,
Red white and orange
Roar and fire spitters,
Leaning down on the very
Ceiling of Hell,
Seeking the top step
Paradise Stairway
While Heaven’s sky-weight
Pulls at the soul,
Presses against slim shoulders and ankles.
The track is a flag:
The flag is a race.
Launched from the start,
Up the lone-star hill
On lean-sprint, young,
Growling dragon dreams.
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22/4/2013