The Glittering Cavern

An explosive manipulation
An abuse that steps forward
Pulls to the middle of the road
And abandons a locked car.
Warm wishes Mr. Policeman.
Glued to the cheap vinyl passenger seat.
We arrive at our destination,
The glistening walls of a diseased birth canal world.
I feel a growing distance between who I once was
And what I am becoming.
I welcome the evolution.

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