Icy white lines,
Scarcely sweetened by sweeping
Swells
Of forward motion
Black spaces, rearranging
Places,
Counting seconds.
Signs and Stormclouds
Are shielding destinations.
Drought driven blessings tumble
Downwards.
Tiny mirrors kissing windows
not so far now.
not so far now.
Deep inside my digital fortress
Dairy milk and
Daydreams;
Which hardly placate weighty strains on
Eyes and
Knees and
Backs and
Brains
Amber lights fast pass me by
Watching
Paitence
Waiting.
Author notes
ah...yea....I wrote this while I was bored as hell in the backseat of and 8 hour drive. lol. A poetic traffic jam. Enjoy
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