M8 Evening Rush Hour into Glasgow

And inside each of those spots of light in the distance is
A person being pulled down
On a conveyor belt
Into the heart of the city
It's the vena cava of cars
An inflow of electric gold
Arriving from Edinburgh
A continuous pulse of brainwaves
Tired from a day's work
Coming home for tea
Into the deep blue sky
And setting sun

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