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"Traffic"
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.
