The traffic light bore an eternity at
the juncture
headlights bled into similar warnings,
the traffic then
is now the never ending articulation of honks
and flashes
colors and exhaust ash in my head
I do not seem to notice the red light you emit
among this peace
Red (danger)
Red (warning)
Red (do not proceed)
By now the green man comes on
and by now my smoke echoes my nasal cavities
floats easily to my blood brain barrier
It is now in the shape of a noose and threatens to strangle
my brain's heart with it
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