fall

machine b left the wing. left the things unexecuted. left the successful life. a life measured by surrounding. a life full of everything yet lacking anything to the wing. b felt the ground. smelled the ground. the serenity of the disturbed undergrowth, the dirt, the fresh life. the fresh life that would never be that. the 'fresh life' that would never become more than a thought, a scientific experiment, an ecological study. machine b left the self and turned to the wing to surrender. the wing is always smoother.