Night Ride

This is your receipt, not a ticket for travel. Please proceed. Ignore the rubbish tip, the vulgar negligee of fencing. The camera has no eye. The gate is open. Birth-toss out on a limb. No accounting for failure to find anything. A case has been made for the greatest sadness. Nothing revives. Last words leave the tongue blue. Let it go, let it go. He never saw the sun.

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