5 shot out
3 behind
4 more follow
12 to the line
our time served
for these mirrored sighs
where 24 red eyes
blink their goodbyes
This is the closing car
flying right
Of the neon drops.
In a chamber
I am alive
Under a sea of sound
And sonic leeway,
As I ally with the dark
To stay full in faint light.
My industrial sweat
Vanishes through battle
With a precision AC,
Itself soon just a trail
Of white noise
Zipping through my music.
Everything shakes out
When you live here.
The pieces, mad
And willing to withstand
Every shock.
So you nod at its angle
Hoping to gather voltage
Around the chatter.
Animate without the after
When this, I feel free.
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