Hallowed nerves, an empty shell
Overflowing, headless on the beam.
We crash a glass half-full of relapse
Like the chambers of a Rozière balloon
Or loaded gun, she speaks
In syllables releasing hydrogen
As Lightning strikes.
Come Josephine,
The moon is on fire.
© Ben Ditmars 2015
The Midnight Writer 
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Very interesting imagery!!
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Thanks 😀
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I tried to create a personal imagery related to flight. The Rozière balloon was the first involved in an aviation accident and the last lines allude to Come Josephine in My Flying Machine.
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