26 The HighWay At the forbidden speed, I fall or maybe rise. Apart from pictures of my life, I linger. I took the highway between you and me -- I fly. I am your bullet and you are my trigger. Eleventh hour and, still, eleventh month and day, One day till noon, and yet one month till midnight, I voiced the highest note between the Fall and May -- It is one moment till I get its meaning... --I am the bird you tamed to trespass on your land. I am your watch to show your speeding hours. I am the bullet you released to shoot yourself. I am your highway taking word to sound.


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