He walks along a crowded freeway

as a restless shadow

under clouds of translucent vapor

and a moon of lambent headlights.


His footsteps are soundless,

overcome by the deafening, 

roaring engines

and consuming thought.


He walks, walks under 

the highway lampposts,

his mind racing as

traffic rushes past him.


He stops walking.


He looks to the skies

as the clouds open,

sending their oceans to rest 

on pavement, fiberglass, and steel.


He starts to run.


His strides become augmented,

his pace matches the wind;

as a thousand headlights breach the night,

he becomes lost in their radiation.

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