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Fluorescent time brings night like a forest fire, 
A night bathed in dried ash, vapored smoke. 
My vehicle becomes an aircraft, freefalling from stars, 
Cutting through backroads, hovering above concrete scars. 
  
I race across highways, by rivers reflecting twilight, 
My engine roaring electric, humming, breathing. 
My flight takes me beyond a dangerous path, 
Floating in waters of probabilty, wrath. 
  
I'm blinded with light rays, a haunting illumination, 
Headlights approaching, accelerating, collision. 
Tearing like hollow points, metal ripped metal, 
My breathing stopped, my foot left the pedal. 
  
Seconds passed like moon cycles,  
The stars watching from an airless space.  
My transporter crumbled, leaving the ground, 
My body was floating, in deafening sound. 
  
The lights around me died out, as my vehicle lay still, 
Moonlight encasing a cave of mangled steel. 
Sirens in the distance, jetting alone,  
I could hear Heaven opening, calling me home.