Blue sidecar hold me above the tracks
Keep time
Keep time against the hum of lazy hours
As they forge ahead to cushion the fall
Falling
Pushing through soft sheets of identity suspended in the air
I might almost taste the condensed clouds
Breathe them in and let them swim
There lies sweet release in the saturation
Folding into the crevices of progression
Speeding across terrain in nimble flight
I come to stand stills now and then
For a moment only to forget
The rhythmic pulsing of blue sidecars
Until we board again
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