he fire in my flesh
a bicycle-gholem
from the amputated and discarded
the bionics of a thousand worlds
all impossible, forgotten
a lace of time
resolving to now
discarded limbs, all
remembered
touching and flexing the lost
moments of departure
dead flesh kindled
in the fire of what was not
the haunting
of a limb that never was
i feel the jar of steel
through my hands and feet
as i ride her
the memories and frustrations
carry me