at night driving
passing in the streetlights anyone is beautiful
anyone is fleeting in a moment of light
and is connected for that moment
in a struggle
a passage through darkness
a lapse of defenses to save what emerged
in this miracle chamber
this wandering backseat
but you, floating dancer, won't be driven at night
you have nowhere to go but away
would you ever find yourself as my fare
i won't wait for the shadows cover me
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