with the flip of a switch
my soul goes out
and I'm just a man
in the driver's seat
parked between lines
drawn in concrete
a moment ago I yearned
to prowl the dark city
riding on night's wings
until I slip through that divide
into passionate abstraction
and uncut vitality
with the push of a button
the music stops
history and duty coalesce
nausea and fatigue well up
I gather my things
it's an early day tomorrow.
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