40 miles an hour
distant reminders of daily routines
circulate through this mass of escape.
i've tried all the old ways
and now i'm here.
upon my lips, a grin of satisfaction
and dross upon my tongue.
though the pressure remains,
the confusion is replaced.
my mind's new resident is unknown...
so i'll just keep laughing,
taking it in.
This poem was written by soulspin on Apr 10, 1995.
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