The Speed God reigns Eternal

When he moves between a gust and pause of lighting, carve a maze between a pattern of rain ten miles high. You can see him here or there when the redline clips past bleeding and the jetwash burns terminal and he holds you careful in his hands. This is his sky and his speed and he examines you, will he praise you, will he beg you to remember his name when gravity loses its anchor around you. 

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