Stranded again with a car that won’t star when I need it
most, this dependance on people and machines, too acute, and I still linger on
the edge of dreams that always have the same landscape I cannot possibly reach
with machine, and force myself back each night when I close my eyes, seeing
faces I have not seen in reality in a decade, yet still ache for, as I did when
I did, sometimes, stranded in that dream world as well, unable to start up or
get there or hold on once I’ve managed to reach there, no dead battery keeping
me from that placed, but something lese, more acute, something that binds me
and makes me ache for release.
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