losing sights.
sleep south 80 miles or 100 north of my trench.
bright blue flashes my mind seeks.
the train visits this town every night. and the cars slowly creep up and stop.
smokers enjoy. radio knobs are adjusted
forced breaks.
my mind hates the pauses.thinking of the blue lights. at night in my mind.
time to take a drive...mesatop. glowing cities.
and invisible 10,000's.
fill my field of vision with ruddy streaks and beams of yellow...not the slow movement of blue lights.
every step.
further from the cast.
resisting the motion.
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