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Aug 2017
White lines and yellow stripes
lit by high beam headlights,
continually run away,
into the deepening blackness.

Straight ahead is a void,
devoid of light and stars,
we are drawn that way,
by the path of least resistance.

To the left and the right,
the sky is energized,
pitchforks and talons,
grab and stab at the earth.

Bass drum beats follow
each blinding swipe,
but we just keep rolling forward,
headlong into the night.

Our destination sings out,
using the scan button on the radio,
beckoning us onward, with country and rock,
and we follow despite the building storm.
The Fire Burns
Written by
The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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