another washout, brakelights showing:
probably gonna slow down; no way of knowing.
let's hear the outline.
"i see where it's going."
"i know where it came from."
(a bubble in the moment)
someone'll find out. finishing the time; crashing around.
and one night you'll try it
and something has stayed.
seen off safely, but, i coulda used a chance at maybe a time or two
(one, of course, for the distance). and speaking of the roar,
stopping just to listen at a number on the door,
isn't something calling, coming as you go?
never and always (and missing the throw). with hours on the fade,
it wasn't where you found it
(returning late again; waking dressed from before in some week-long bed).
leave it all still-made, fall to weak floor and let it lay.
think of somebody too far away. get something easy.
lost in the fuel? come back tomorrow with a new excuse.
sparklers are passing to the corners of the night.
"i feel the heat and they move on glowing, but, I can pull away."
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