The track runs silent. Time is kept, numbers count nothing
and nothing persisting.
Foot steady on a pedal I'm forgetting, only feeling this color
seen night blue.
Horizons black and rolling
along this road, a highway clear of cars but mine.
Mountains rugged and jutting jagged tree lines
break the thoughts
of lost things long since trivial. As life elongates
its brevity smiles. Now I see the infinite pass like wind recycled
around me, the tired breath of the breathing.
Dazed yellow stream of asphalt – waterfall beneath me.
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