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"Adopted Throne"
by Jeph Johnson
In my trusting state fears rise
I speed onward
Perception is black
I run with the autos
while gazing at the warmth of distant hearths
In others homes
I try to gleam
I watch them race one by one,
sleek and gracefully tearing up my race track
I have all their concrete
Thrown onward,
I am the child never known
With the runway eyes
The city is my throne.
