An das Gefährt

Sleek, the flanks, sunlight glinting off of a sturdy frame.
Dauntless, in the face of unrelenting trajectory,
Exact, in the face of deadly consequence.

Not once, brave friend, stout Bucephalus, have you failed me.
No. It is I, neglectful, abusive, pushing ever forward,
Who have blindly brought ruin to your intricate workings.

Steel, rubber and plastic meld with flesh, skin, and bone.
Without one set, the other is still, immobile.
Without the other set, the one is still, immobilized.

Carry me, friend, a few steps further.
Fly with me through the hurtling voids, into the inter-pack repose.
Sing with me, rejoice at the prospect of return and awakening.