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miniature organic robots
drag their diligent poison
pebble back to the nest
some sense of order at least
my bloated queen
a trail of footprints in the sand
some electrochemical angle
in a chaotic system at least
i know which direction
my predecessors have run
i know they don't make land anymore
but we've still got the stars left to conquer
and the bottom of the marianas
let's smother these petty differences
in a blanket of bloody sand
safely pave ourselves
a pleasant gateway to the east
the rumor of something sweet to eat
come here and kiss me
with your ambulance mouth
flash and throw me into siezures
fill the interior of my car
with the white light of your electricity
keep me insulated radials
streetlight sparks falling to hiss
on the rainwet street behind me
this isn't a metaphor
last night my car was struck by lightning
peeking through the skirts
of a ground floor deity
light filled the sky
i knew which way was home
don't close your eyes
we're already in motion
we're falling upward into the sky
every time i reach the top of the ladder
it tips backwards and all i can see
are sparks suspended in darkness
constellations of headlights
hold your family tight
across these nighttime highways
don't quit on me now
others have come this way before
copyright 2004
Gregory
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