replaced it with
a dynamic of controlled movement
one place to another
all the same
sprawl
sameness
only the name differs
passengers with glass eyes
all silent
tongues like sandpaper
teenagers kissing in the corner
groping in the name of tectonic rightness
a little shift
and everything dies
in a moment of cruelty
it was all too easy
a beer can upside the head
faggot
and running
one shiver in the sameness
all dangerous
to tightly packed order
this place is breathing heavy
the tracks vibrating
a little metallic sex in public
holes in faces
in hearts
a click and a clack
wildness now ordered
to suit the days of the week
as we rush past it
a million hours
a million hours
because no one does
and no one will
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