An Ill-Fated Truck

Explain the copper wires

Running through my head

The hum of an ill-fated truck

Rumbles distant from my bed

I notice a neat and tenous

Stretch of thought

Running through my veins

Too educated to unite

To high up to rise

These are the excuses we all devise

As the old truck hums

In the distance

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