airports and busses,
subways and fusses
i fell asleep en route to the city
was rudely awoken by honking horns
i wallowed a moment enduring self pity
slapped myself silly at thoughts of the thorns
those beautiful epics
who weave into relics
and jump on your future
while stealing the past
they linger, frozen in time
just grazing the blast
of now.
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