The Metal Giant
butterfly wings tickle the lining of my gut
all is aglow with the light of excitement
yet halos of fear gather at the edge of my sight
my resolve threatens to flee from my grasp
the seat is suddenly too big,
my hands, too small
to take control of the giant metal monster
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