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Spiral Drive

Black on white. Writing.
White on black, the opposite. Instead, riding.
Line after line.
Ride behind.
Until they move or I can merge.
Signal.
Glance.
Tilt.
Horn.
Finger.
Twelve miles above the limit.
Twelve hours beyond anyone’s business.
Homeward bound after the solstice of my life.
Invincible.
Life by the cycle.
Making the rhythm of my own soundtrack.
Taken and given.
Again and again.
A gift.
A moment.
A breath.
A blink…

Back to reality.

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