exsanguinate | issue 1.3 exerpt

deus ex machina

Only a feeling, nothing more, only a thought, nothing more -- can you hear them? the voices? I hear them. All in the mind.

Grasp the wheel, grip the steel within my hands, the energy within my fingers, the power within my very being.

Tears live short lives, swept into infinity, lost in yesterday; my laughter, lost in the wind. The roar fills my ears. The ocean of space seems not so vast. Tomorrow is a second slow, and I, an hour fast.

Press the pedal. My imagination races gracefully across the black sea, swallowing particles one by one; reality warps. The surging fuel and blurring time are my catharsis.

The speed soothes me, pacifies me. My once-trapped spirit now gains physical velocity. The speed urges me, rocks me, forth and forth, forth and forth. It tires me, weights my lids, heavy and heavier --

The air, thinner; the light, dimmer: all in the mind.

There is a place, I believe, where a single momentum is never lost...and the mind...and the body...are overcome...

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