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Zenith
The echo of a dead man plays on the radio
Vibrant, animated, to that vibrant throbbing backbeat.
I’m driving 90 in a 65 zone.
A shabby spit of desert road
One lousy lane in either direction.
In the dark, no less.
Hands off the wheel,
Singing, mouth open, frenetic
Emoting, exuberate, eyes closed.
Yelling over the music.
I can scarcely hear myself.
I think I may have blown a speaker.
Or an eardrum. Or both.
Hoping to blow a tire.
For a car to wander over the dotted line.
Can’t remember when I’ve been so happy.
Delirious really.
If this is the last night of my life,
If this is the last song I ever hear,
I don’t care; I’d prefer it frankly.
If I died tonight, at least I’d die happy.
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I felt the roar of a wilderness calling you home. Keep driving into that night of ALIVE and scream if you might, into that night—bright and star struck Aware, the throbbing madness—… it decays. Exciting nightingale, dreams of a better way through. I loved the ENERGY here, and I HEAR you too!