the road threatens. thirsty with distance. gravity dispenses its intoxicating panic. the journey comes in doses. a sweet medicine laced with sickness.
the road is mostly dead things and uncontrolled intersections.
everything slows as her speed increases. sharp turns in the dichotomy of knowing. how fast. how far. never both.
Uncertainty a blind god with its eyes wide open.
An eager mosaic reminding me that texture and surface are merely warnings of the steep hill ahead. Great poem! Cheers!
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