Los Angeles twilight
Long roads curve into haze
Faces seen through car windows
Planes gliding down into the city
Cameras recordings two-way mirrors
Overpasses convenience stores scrapyards
Forrest talked about Neil McCauley
Like he was a spy in the realms
Of a fallen world
A quiet man who could blend in
Anonymous but familiar
Solving problems
On missions pointed toward
Eventual freedom
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