Hurtled through the air
Across the pond
Left side ride for twenty miles
In the space of an hour
Mind says sleep
Body fails to comprehend
Sly and the Family lead
To Impossible Germany
Unlikely I sleep
Live in a haze
In the space of a week
Speeding tube, revolving eye
Buggys and mummys
Stolen history for and of empire
In the space of an era
Karl Marx’s cranium
among centuries of dead
second story public transportation
Camden stroll for some truck
as I creep past
broken, daft guv’nors
in the space of a memory
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