the night upended, kaleidoscoped in the high beams. everything revolved stone and metal, glass and bone, crumpling paper into a microphone. flung like empty clothes out where my blood lacquered the road a shimmering black. a crawling. not lung enough to scream. a wait and a drifting into dream.
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