Thoughts on 2200 @ 9

Lined by the flashes of green
these silver lines of hope and fear
take us to meanderings beyond
our present

the speed at which the world slows down
is when we are most alive
moments refracted by intersections

C’est la vie?

points of (dis)connect
on this journey to the unknown

Dub the ride an alter trip
Funked by jazz, the beat drop of music
sways to the sunlight peering
through the notes
that dance on the window

Mind trips in the light
That remind me of her

A junction.
Stop.

En route to New York

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