her heart was obsidian
her brain neon
her words static

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the streetlights buzzed like trapped tourists
not looking at the road but straight out at the full moon
tracking like a radar dish waiting for
a signal from the deep past

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I’m driven by the gears turning below
I’m right on the edge of it,
holding my coffee
I’m completely useless
but beautiful in my chaos
letting the monkey train drift
wherever it wants