stuck on firetrucks and roads that surely lead to nowhere


stuck on bending trees
with growing shadows,
veiled impressions,
married to space,
entangled with time in
patterns of hidden
and hinted pigmented
looks, greywithablueishtint,
neighboringyellow of sunlight, bright,
friendly glare,
still, stuck on eclipsing the
rest of the earth,
uncovered with
time not discovered just yet . . .

still, stuck on surveying the field
and, then, wondering how.
still stuck on whathaveyou
and whathaveyoudone
in the pastlife
to live so unhindered today.
still stuck in the chase
in the movement
in patterns

still stuck on the firetrucks,
roads leading nowhere.

stuck on just hoping the
lights’ll come on
(and stuck hoping for sirens)
still stuck on the
promise of danger
(and hoping for sirens)
still stuck on excitement

a bull in a chase
acrosspain

get stuck seeing red,
’til the red just takes over

still stuck on the fire trucks
over again,
this here road leads to nowhere

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