Spinning....Flying......
Racing air.....
Chambers' beats accelerate
At trusting Icarus' wings
for a moment
'Til Pinnacle claims what's rightfully his
And estimates Destiny's position -
Inscribed with what once was
Biting Meadow's wavy mane.
Excited orbs endure this
Spinning...Flying....
Race on air...
What Ex Machina slows
Time's pace, compelling
a moment
Never to be forgotten.