Navigation at speed,
in a shifting reality,
disorientation a
feature of the world.
innocence was, it's
own abomination,
there is no glory in
that unearned original
perfection of never
knowing need.
Invoke Mojave, now
these moments--
find that sun, surely
he waits atomic.
Resow seeds of
the virus of light.
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