I don't know what it is about you.
I may never know what it is about you.
I don't know why you do this to me.
I will never know what you've done to
me.
I don't know how this started.
I can never know why it will end.
I have read jailbreak blitzes.
I have read middle screens.
I cannot read you.
I have come out the other side
Of the party's dark tunnel,
The meat grinder and the half ton of
trouble,
All of it to run into you, the shining
light
On the front of a locomotive.
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