Running to catch up to time
and moving to avoid it
I find myself, with friend beside
stuck in traffic and waiting in a line.
When the crowd clears, we arrive and surrender our identity to the guards
who band our wrists and warn us not to remove our label.
We are marked and ready to fight a war
we are ready to experience a whirlwind of lines and songs
competing in a state of shared living
while making notes which form memories in this blur
of Idolized American time.
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