I’ve been living on a dream
A magic carpet
Woven of the most delicate 
Rose-tinted fabric

Reality’s nightmare
Like bygone smog
Choking my city

I am a bomb aimer
In reverse
Avoiding the flack
From below the black clouds

My machine hums relentlessly

This is Flesh this is Metal this is Air
This is Flesh this is Metal this is Air
This is Flesh this is Metal this is Air

Connections broken