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Below us, the city
dreams an illusory path
drawn from the watery tints
of the mind's paint box.


Up here,
darkness and madness
spill out around us
through all the dead
ends and U-turns,
the debris of our lives.


Should we give up
and let the teeth sink in?
How far gone are you?


Should we drive back
down or straight off
the edge of the world?


I rev up the engine
and head for oblivion.