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Mandatory generator,
afflicted by the current,
prone to fits that bring down the lights;

satiate by means of the night
and steal at violent whim
from the transient scum that dwelt

in the home they'd expelled you from.
When infrequent rains will fall,
drenching every pit beneath,

you'll dig your fingers in between
the fissures dotting the pipes,
and turn the ground a brilliant white,

striking those who'd dare sleep upon
your pavement into prone sacks
that you'll soon feed to the river.

Care for every perch atop
the signal-ways that dictate,
direct and advise those below.

Live away from them and their grasp
that tends to drag you back to
the same place you ran from before.

Loose your glow on the streets and take
from the blinding neon waste
whatever you might need to draw

in order to never slumber,
never fall prey to nagging
doubt, or questions of what's good and

what's not. Use your possessive wrath,
at expense of what surrounds --
never slow, never hold yourself

in restraint for the bystander,
who wandered into errant bolt.
It was their due in their dimness.