sábado, 8 de fevereiro de 2025

How to build a synchronous motor in the afterlife

 Assasination and the lost paratrooper
camped out near the luxury pools
new clothes and directive
seems hes going to become a spy
 Looking for some way to con a local
 half naked and leaned back enjoying the warm water

crime assasination
lost paratrooper
camped inside a luxury condo
New life new plan
espionage

seeking the gullible
the police track him down
Unworried relaxing outdoors
he leaps for escape
predictable action filmed getaway

Who had he killed
was it someone important
would he go down for this
fear and hubris moved him ahead of the cops

The circular design of the luxury spa center confused the paratrooper
The plainclothes police exhiliratingly reliving their youth in the pointless chase
and round and round they ran endlessly it seemed
for exits were blocked and nothing really existed outside anymore

A subtle claustrophobia unfolds in him
desperation criminal spider
perturbed moderate sprint
unlocked doors leading nowhere

The humility of simple surrender
non existent
Those middle aged police officers in plain clothes
cherishing the first action they've had in years

Muscles that seemed completely new in their legs
fantasies playing out in their head pre-capture
The self righteous tick and boom in their wavering hearts
The euphoria of a chase they'd pay life savings to partake in

flooded apartments
abandonement in every room
severed ties inside his mind
The Paratrooper surrenders finally
not in words

But in an attempted leap over a wall too high
life so full of them applauding sarcastically
as in a split second you are sent those few metres
toward a painful meeting wth the ground

proud detainers enjoy the moments of pleasure
silently wishing they could play it all over again
Like an old predictable videogame with an addictive storyline
and back they went for more pretending to be distracted

Decades hours and months randomly exchanged glances
Time regurgitated
granting a a little fragment of eternity
Lighting up the structure

The luxury center wouldn't open for another two centuries
so they spun around inside tweeking blowflies
after the meaning of life in a chase
The paratrooper letting himself get caught

tripping or injuring himself
On top of the line luxury equipment 
Yet to be released
Plain clothes cops grin and let him go again

Pride elixir pride my savior
He wouldn't admit surrender
so back into the redundant dash he went
Not for one moment questioning their sybarite reasoning


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