All the ways are going in,
there are no way outs.
You have created the system
you have created the cage.

When the change happens with time,
it takes the bones
and it makes the skeleton of an abused euphoria.

The tramlines and the sun coloured wires,
the brightness of steel wheels,
the high heels and the intoxication of a rogue jamming of early nights…

It has taken all of us to a fiction,
it has taken away the danger.
A bunch of comfortable men spending a journey of no ripple and no exploration.

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Photograph: George Tice.