Automatic

Gears shift, up, down
park, drive, neutral, drive, park
apparitions coast over, under
click, clack, squeal, click, clack

and I

I’m still here

A lil’ new, a lil’ old,
a lot whole

no more parts surfing on wind-threads
no more slices trampled at every turn
no more edges scraping tin-walls

no I

I’m here.

 

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