Sonic Boom Poem by Hardik Vaidya

The sonic boom.
It isn't a miracle.
Engines and design, aerodynamics.
Concorde of the spirit.
Nurtured by cosmic love.
Impregnated by the eyes.
Your soul mate's silent might.
The rise of foibles, the emergence of butterfly
Metamorphosis of the propeller to the sonic jet.
Boom.
Exoskeleton of the self is shed.
You emerge powered by the boom of love.
Speed so fast, you cannot feel.
Unison, only exceptional velocity.
There is no duality of souls.
The boom has bloomed.
I has died, we has died, I am alive timeless.