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At The Speed Of Contact
written by: Scott Thomas Outlar
It will come like a god
chasing the tail
that was never really there.
Spinning all our tops off.
Melting nine hearts and a globe.
Slow down, baby,
take a breath, we’ve got this.
It will come like a guard
off its rails
speeding 170 mph.
Slung to the side of the street.
Standing up, dusting off, shaking loose, moving on.
I can see for miles in the distance.
Take my hand, or don’t; please keep smiling either way.
It will come like a sun
spitting through clouds
with a big wish during climax.
Dancing near the gates of heaven.
Breaking five laws, but none of them matter.
Quick, catch the truth, my dear;
it’s always here … until it isn’t.