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- The tail lights of the car
in front
- flickered, a message I
couldn't decipher.
- At my right a blue neon
sign flashed.
- To me it said:
- "DRINK THIS!"
- To the car in front it
said: "With you, brother!"
- Next the traffic-lights
joined in.
- A passing helicopter,
- a train,
- the parliament building.
- Soon the whole lit-up city
- was babbling conspiracy.
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- The traffic-cop was a fan
of Hephaestus.
- He said my limp reminded
him
- of the old master
jeweller,
- suggested I change my
profession.
- He assured me the
authorities
- had everything under
control.
- "And by the way, sir,
- your direction indicator
is faulty".
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- The hills outside town are
bleak,
- scattered wrecks of
abandoned machines.
- Below me, down in the
streets,
- I can see the slow dying.
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- Ted Slade July 2000
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