Glitch

We are a fig newton of the imagination, going to great lengths to see the situation; we are more than mere puzzle pieces blank fitting by design.

Crosswalk

We've all escaped By any means necessary Tucked away in categories Be on one leg or six wheels Stilts in suits Sequins sequestered Alignment variety Ticking tumbleweeds The shifting of streetlights Skipping class When the walk sign changes & playing out in the empty streets Flashing red hand waves hello

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