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Post 2022
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It is dark
No memory or clarity delineates a path
All you hear is “go on!”
The tension builds…
Moisture all over your skin, an endless fountain
A struggle…
Do I feign the courage and attack like an infantry soldier?
go on, saddle your courage
the loop of static sound
youth scrolling through the notes
the San Francisco commute
a bit longer, the compass is facing south
your smoke is not lit
get going, it sounds the same
the brakes malfunctioned, I could not get on
a view from inside, thank-you
no
the dream had no exit
let go of my ears
he is not the "boy named sue"
the streetcar going home
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