A scream echoed a hundred miles.
Across country roads, dust and cattle.
Across city lights, trains squeak and rattle.
A piece of me I send by mail.
The driver doesn't see me as I hail.
Traffic passes
I'm left alone.
Lights of darkness take me home
To the stars of fury
burning bright
Across that long and endless night.
The lamp flickers off
I must go.
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