The flashing
red neon sign
stares at me.
Blinking once,
it fails.
My spine is wet.
My back is cold.
From the thousands
of universes on my
windshield
the rain falls
and short-circuits
my machinery.
Red wires.
Green wires.
I should tell my
neon God
to stop
watching.
Please tell me what you think
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