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Saturday, April 5

driving in a fast car with tracy chapman

riding supernatural pathways in halftime
syncopath stays holding binge for days skylightings
bringing pangs and tinges dinger singes
patches of action
careening machines
wheels of steam fleeced beams bearing the age about to begin
baleen streaming the wind screams in your ears a seamless
rapture
the big bad wipers striking wet drop options off the windscreen
an endgame a concorde mach ten to lexington
we concourse the planet forming a endzone from endloaded
and mankind digs it from dead end to dead ahead its
realistic and feted.

whats is there thats left us unsaid?

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