Venturing forth wildly exploring wanderlust
Unfiltered moving vibrations
Aiming for flesh antennas
Stacked syllables rising out of the cannon
Piercing the very heart
Of the unshielded innocence
Wildly venturing before the ship
Rolling the eyes forward
Then back into the generator
Sailing hands grasping at the directional word winds
Escaping from the dungeons
Of the unguarded conscience
Repelling the crews plea for tactical observance
Invisible anchors rusting
Bottomless and forgotten
Alone it flies while longing eyes follow
Landing on their own
Abandoned island
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