Traveling down, white peaked from an illuminated forest,
The car packed with every belonging,
The wealth of articles possess waving trees
Fading tinder hugs the roots strengthened from beneath
With scenery moves to rock, downhill shoots swiftly
The sun flashes from behind mourning particles,
Silt stirred by a stratagem of desert commerce
Darkness settles before the house is imagined,
Eyes open to trailing lights glimmering subtle stars
Replacing the black box sky
We Skid too quickly down the hill, out of forests, boulder cliffs;
The road always a constant black before us
The weight of one moving world due to frantic air
Of the auto built structure snapping shut behind us
As we spew corrosion out our flu-gas vents
Into open forgetful unforgiving silent inquisitions of
‘What, why and who lies in wait
and dies believing in actions so foolishly?’
My eyes are tearing open the face of the driver
Who is coming from a high to insanely tranquil planes-
The brush and sand enticing remembrance
In a refraction of my personage in glass
Coming to end in nonsense,
Undeveloped antiquity shocks us out of intrusive derelict witness
Grasping the long lion gate Corridors and hideous metal urgency of
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