I woke up on the train
holding the third rail
took in the oxygen tank
smell of the rearview
and emptied the datasphere
among the stars
drizzling toward the point of
human conception
it was falling space
and unseen brains mimicking
future ticks
I passed out on the passer-by
vomited on the tracks
slept through the hangover
bio-hammer feed--
it was
all in a days work
seeking infinity.
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