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May 2016
wanting to jump  into the next escape  pod
( wondering when i learned words )
pushing buttons and

seat belt strapped in
the word for this is drive
and it matters, where I am going
it matters, I'm alive

~_^

escape changes shape
directions, destinations
aren't they sometimes the same thing

it matters,
I'm alive
mori walts
Written by
mori walts  santa rosa ca
(santa rosa ca)   
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