Summon lightning
and the thunder comes.
Kundalini rpm.
The dragon wakes,
flexes chrome muscles,
snorts hot breath.
A sneer on its lips,
a glint in its eyes.
A flick of its tail
and it’s off.
Trace pattern on retina.
The past a ghost of dust.
A roaring blur –
nothing but wind, vibration, a visor view.
The road unravels,
is devoured.
Finding peace in motion,
fully present –
now, now, now.
Never more alive
than on the cusp of death.
A knife’s edge –
riding the blade.
Into the unseen.
The road unmade
until you ride it into
existence.
From The Immanent Moment, by Kevan Manwaring, Awen 2011
Posted to raise funds to help replace my Triumph Legend motorbike, stolen on 14th May.
Please support if you can:
https://www.gofundme.com/manage/stolen-bike-replacement-fund
The Bardic Academic 
So sorry to hear about your bike. So terrible. It must feel such an assault on you, given where the bike was parked and all the bike’s history and associations for you. Will make a donation shortly.
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Thank you dear friend.
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