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                                                              the receding
                                                              roads of Hejira

                                                      now I can’t dance
                                                      and I can’t talk

                                                      the new free ways
                                                      of expressing my self

                                                      at this all-night party
                                                      but I have escaped now

                                                      through the morning
                                                      past the piles of snow

                                                      on the road edge
                                                      the orange sun

                                                      behind the grey sky





grey & sky wormhole: once
London wormhole: until
morning & snow & sun wormhole: in the sun
orange wormhole: classic
roads wormhole: ‘on the smooth road …’