The Futurist

I am G-Man, Prince of New Street and I sing the love of danger!
With mind and machines so fleet, I smashed my motor coach today
On pavements slicked and wet with sleet against another motor coach.

Head on our velocities twinned and I felt the rush of power
Even as my consciousness dimmed and even as the crunching sounds
Of heavy metal and rushing winds echoed in the busy streets.

We are formed of struggle and strife and it is here that beauty lies
And I shall thrust it like a knife and shout out loud that art is war
Behold the jagged edge of life; I dance upon its flashing rim!

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