Headgear

Shift from high to focus burn
hard hat throbs with inner fire
too tight, splits, falls
cooling shards
shut down.

Regain focus, part hair on right
Engage
Engage
Fuel exhausted
shut down.

Half-close eyes, focus splinters
Stars shoot blameless into oblivion
Wig, bald, skull, brain... hello.

 

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Me

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