clear as gravity
neon lights and kryptonite
silver sounds all
around
a slow dance
under
your question marks
a cradle of mistakes where
you find your ashes
spirit drifted,
numb
to your fingertips with Speed
see the you that isn't you;
lines
running down
the
almost
sil
hou
ettes.
sssmudges of colour,
probesofcuriousity.
he last star of the night, then back to
jet black.
a wild sheep chase, to
paint
your
target.