Pit Stop

I refuel my limbs 
in the emptiness of
an existential cul-de-sac
like written lyrics
of a platinum record
that need a voice to sing
to cry
taking that ride
the highway is my guide
windswept jackrabbit
on time borrowed time
I foot the pedal
stay in my lane
wait for a pit stop
to come my way again .

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