Broken Windows

Nothing gets done by me

Without 500′ cliffs and

A leap, or

Driving fast, headlong into mists

On dark nights. Broken windows,

Bare and bloodied feet.

The subtle moves no longer interest me

When change just has to be

Damage must be done,

Or risked.

Jump, drive, run.

Now.

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