WANGAN -ZQQ LIMITER-

Triple-nine heart in a featherweight frame Little me chose it for speed and aim Drawn to the steel, I slide on the seat Skirt rides the wind, long hair on the beat Target: Wangan—an endless line Midnight bright like borrowed daytime Over the bridge, my breathing locks to time— WANGAN—Z.Q.Q. LIMITER, GO! (Hey!) First gear—120—rev limit—SHIFT! Second—180, Third—220—SHIFT—SHIFT! (Whoa-oh) Fourth—260—rev limit—SHIFT! Fifth—299—digits freeze! First—SHIFT! Second—SHIFT! Third—SHIFT! Fourth—SHIFT! Fifth—HOLD! (299!) Lights turn liquid; the world streams fine Left foot clicks to 5, the dash reads 299 "Maybe there's 6?"—a whisper rides the line Digits stay frozen; fear sparks—but my right stays wide A truck cuts in—full brake, I brace It won't stop; rear lifts—time thins its lace Edge of impact—white flash floods my sight— I jolt awake—soft morning starting light WANGAN—Z.Q.Q. LIMITER, GO! (Hey!) First—120—rev limit—SHIFT! / Second—180—SHIFT! Third—220—SHIFT! / Fourth—260—rev limit—SHIFT! Fifth—299—still frozen—"Is there 6?"—I breathe, keep it safe