Coma or Heaven –

In my bio-mechanics, in my photographs, bold fighter pilot fast over heads in helmets.
Now, tongue getting colder in a closed mouth, lengthened fringe meeting penultimate brow furrow.
Hesitation.
Coma or Heaven.

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