"Drive . . .
cji
1/3/19
don't stop
don't slow down
why, what is?
where am I?
who are you?
my mind reels
my being numb
as reality slips
as on a
dreams edge
as slumber seeks
for me falling
falling
don't stop
don't slow
down
and the bus
continues
rocked by crowds
mobs of the city
unwanting us here. . ."
Copyright © 2019 – cji
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