My jacket hangs loose piled in folds
My second skin my armor windbreaker
Life is off of the rails and screaming
Down a road that will reach up and
Strip you of everything you are
Everything you could be it
Enlivens me to fly inches above
On the curves holding with
My knees and my soul like it was
Always meant to be Man was
Made to create that which God
Only dreamed and he excels
At acceleration.














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