3/3

I just want to turn off again
And let my wheels roll over the night.
Please.
Sitting under streetlamps
Searching out desires to write
These.
The words sit alone,
Suspended in the heights
I’d rather not reach.
My tendency for speech
Is rarely to enlight.
I’m simply a tease.
The duo in my head
Enhance my vision and my sight.
They show me things.
To some I’m simply crazy
And if you think they might be right,
Agree.

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