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Unaware to Go
unknown

The red demon light
 1
filled the Stop sign
 2
 
 
with illusion; the letters
 3
were distorted, the road
 4
 
 
contorted; the movement was
 5
unknown now, for all as
 6
faded, the yellow light of
 7
 
 
Limbo
 8
 
 
dim like the loss of the sun
 9
on its last descent.
 10
 
 
The station of your wait is no
 11
longer stationary. Either move now
 12
or give yourself to the streaming
 13
 
 
cars.
 14

9 Mar 07


(define the words in this poem)



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