Trajectory of Paths (Point of Collision)

Brake lights arc through silent night
The wall is built round hidden plight
You turn the key and flip the switch
How many minutes? I’ll get my fix

Oxo-carbon and diatoms
Push and pull their triple bonds
Partial pressure dissociation curve
A filling threat your hypoxic verve

Make the pass and collect your take
Fill the void with sleeping wake
You turn the key and flip the switch
How many minutes? It’s black as pitch

Streets aglow in sodium vapor
Bury deep that pointed rapier
I present my card to foot the bill
You I hardly knew, will I know you still?