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The song is telling me I walked past the lights and they said nothing.
A hideous roadmap of blue veins.
The energy of radio is broken by an ahistorical crinkle.
The whole subway station of burnt nerve was already there.
You're telling me that the song is a sword between us auto side-by side,
that it shows you a directionless taper.
That the slipping lines never collide with reality.
That these seatbelts are bungee cords
that nothing can throw us loose without bringing us back.
The vacation in a blue jet landed on a salt slab airway,
led to this engine
itself tailing.