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The hippies had left the bus dumped in a ditch
when the trust fund money evaporated
like sunstroked bong water.
The engine was long gone, a generator in waiting.
The seats scavenged for a room for living in.
You had cut the tyres into shoes
while we attacked the frame with tinsnips.
You should use every part of the carcass.
We will reincarnate this bus's body
everywhere around us.
My eyes will not leave the destination sign:
"Further"
So I close them and the sign hangs in space.
I see the bus decomposing
a symphony of human activity.
Follow the rivulets of metal
and the binary pulses of money
and the actions falling like dominoes
in a world record attempt.
Follow the chromosomes
that interlock like acrobats
to create the trick of a life
Balance, harmony - a high wire act.
Follow the tectonic fault-lines
that skid round the globe
without our permission.
Plates spinning in that same circus.
Follow the word network,
the net worth of word nets
that catch us each in ourselves
when the high wire snaps.
Laugh at the words "independent" and "self-made"
carved in the biographies of great men
like a child's profanity on a park bench.
I open my eyes and the sign is gone.
I hope you took it.
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