Lights glimmering,
my escaping caper already exposed.
Spotlights on a criminal who
wonders for what else he has
to live for other than freedom.
Deer in your high-beams
on an icy highway road,
marveling at its death
or your own.
Shifting unnaturally unto my own catechism,
my own inquiry;
Will you not bleed for me?
The lights glimmer for you.
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