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[jadeddissonance]

Riding home tonight with the remnants of my equilibrium, I heard crickets. They live in the railroad track, I'm sure of it. I tried to ride on the rail embedded in East Street and when I could coax my wheels to line up upon it, I found the ride to be much lighter. I spread my jacket like a nocturnal-crime-fighter and rode without hands. Up ahead, I

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[gideon_rynn]

Were you composing this in your head as you were riding along?

[jadeddissonance]

In the essence of composition, yes...it was composed as I rode in that what I write is the result of my thoughts. Historically speaking, I often post something after a long contempletive ride home. I'd coaxed a few of the metaphors out of hiding as the events happened, but the actual scribing of the composed notions happened after I arrived home.