left sometimes hanging, baking often caught in the twilight between nine and twelve right on the emergency lever protecting myself from aggravating nonsense which puts me on the edge of all out war touch and go objectives make the waypoints clear and spur an obsidian chariot forward devil driven influences enable an inner calmness that prevails regardless of phenolic squealing swinging my head to glance behind emptiness fills a necessary blindspot surrounding air permissibly drags me to a halt tires rebelling against the lethargic summer heat slowing only for hellish signals persistently barring my expedient passage