Gunslinger 49er

Pressure Makes the Shine

☢️ Sector 555

I.

Miner.

Dawn on the flats—

dust holding its breath—

RARQ idling—

low burn—

Juliet—

at base—

coffee cold—

one signal—off.

II.

Gunslinger.

Beacon blinking—

fault in the line—

Rebel Alliance—

Triad Command—

Sector 555—

signal thin—

he rides in.

III.

Freight line hit—

vault core split—

Outriders—

Rogues—

Dustwalkers—

deserters off-grid—

Princess ASA—

in position—

holding the perimeter—

no noise—

just time.

IV.

Miner.

Pressure taken—

cut clean—

core seated—

RARQ spooling—

red quantum waking—

systems steady—

he leaves some—

by old law—

enough

to keep it alive.

Scott L.

Born Blessed in South Korea in 1969 and raised in Baltimore, I’ve built a career with 20 years in customer service and 10 years in behavioral health. The crowning jewel of my studies came when I earned the only passing grade of an A from a Harvard professor — a true master of the craft of Shakespeare

And the English language, whose guidance opened the gateway to worlds of imagination, discipline, and wonder.

Married for 25 years, I share the good life with two dogs (Isabella and Juliet) and one cat named Maddie. In my free time, I enjoy writing, biking, gospel music, and spending time with my pastor and friends.

https://www.eastwindpoems.site
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