I want the drive to continue,
I want this road to never end
sometimes,
sometimes I don’t want to
reach my destination
at all
solemn with this languid hope
and all the stars above me
have holes in them
moon, how you endure so
beautifully and still glow
so barren
so desolate
all this cosmic eye candy
undressed in their prime
luring me to drive on and on
radio waves
and nature’s static buzz
and up ahead
or beyond
the lulling promise
of more
(image from fieldguidetobirds.tumblr.com)
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