blares gently in
the black
quiet, night revolves,
mute in the hour;
a flash
a flash
ignites the
drop-sown dashboard
and closer
and closer
draw
the
humming spheres,
buzzing halogen
deafening
when not heard
colour, blurred
impression:
signal
meaning
yet none;
supreme in the
last visitation
as the final
tires
turn
left
Monday, July 28, 2014
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