So lay the remains of this torn device – an esoteric look-back through time; years like kilometers, both travelled and worn.
Spared the flight from reason by intentions lathered in innocuity, seasons gave way to one another in a seamless manner, while the etheric plane galvanized beneath swollen inertia.
The idea always thrilled; the reality… rarely.
Jon Mychal / Toronto — May 15 2013
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