We speak thru wire and walk unearthed.
We shock and burn.
Flashing
Two metalux bodies crawl.
Screaming fast, grinding slow.
Crows they feather in
Cold, clipped and tied.
Un-nerved, mercury slides down.
Fingers can't feel.
Lip-
Endless traffic, faulty wire. Shorted out inside.
Stuck on pause
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