We rest the day in coffers of long hours,
with the delirium of a Vanderbilt.
Tens of cars that drive themselves
are apparently buckling under the streets,
but even casual runners know the way.
I slip into a marathon
like I slip into a good night's sleep,
making the criminal possible;
ears and accomplishments in pursuit of a slipped-up notion.
-- Glenn R. Frantz
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