Gathering speed

I slide out of the eyes of tomorrow

Down a steep secret path

Into sweet delirium

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Into a hidden joy

That I’ve welded within

Swallowed whole, the map downward

And etched it in memory

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I backslide ever faster

As the year grinds forward,

Sputtering and smoking,

Crushing reveries to dust

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I yearn for the backslide

For my stomach to fall

To relive the first thrill

To scream the whole way backwards