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time swift on highway lives,
never dusty this road of knives,
metal streaks and rubber rives,
sleepless soul unceasingly drives,

past residing in these un-slept eyes,
longing meaning and closer ties,
dissenting further attempts or tries,
no one hears the silent cries,

pretense unyielding and abound,
supposing relentlessly carry out,
leading nowhere but aground,
redolent now, i stand astound,

barely inadequate penitence strong,
a colored contusion, nothing wrong,
a cardboard bomb, yet no aplomb,
happiness somewhere forgotten long.

joseph_k