Dust on the Road


I do not dare…look back.

However, I am drawn to a sudden, slight, turn of fate.

A quick hesitation, powerful…and, distant like an ill flying kite.

There are seconds to oblivion…there I am…a dream.

No longer of this earth.

My sight no longer seen.

lightness 2A mistress to control…

No attempt, no mystery, no exit in which to flee.

Threaded, hallow, posts demeaned by metal thoroughfares.

Soon I could be a speeding holy ghost.

Nothing but a steel skid mark host.



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