The lightening is striking the shore and the burden rests in my heart. Again and again I have to deal with the charge. I am about to burst today, as the people behind the phone line play. Clean is my space, and shopping is the place. There is a hearty knowing being challanged with a barrage. There are a lot of they's, but possibly, for the first time, a common man resistance. I go and they know. It is opaque and pink. I surrender again and again and the train moves into the night. The tracks will always be bloody and the bars unclean. I forget the mean to be menial every moment of existance. Tween time is today. We will see what will come our way.
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