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Strap-me-down in the streaming-flying-dangerous

easy – speak to me of love – like forever is now

Slammed into – crammed among these bucket

Horizons – dark fog lies beyond the city light lies

Rippled tree ridges tucked down below the heavy

stars – skitter like Morse code into peripheral

red eyes – flaring; hurtling into an unknown dark

distance – a never-never nighttime Nancy Land

Dusted travelers hang above the cross-roaded

oncoming – moon moments crossing the seven

streams of time – the dancing reflection – black white

yellow – black, the lines of tomorrow – wheeling on and on

Galaxy blankets dangle threads down from their roof

top - the universe, dropping tack like black rain drops

on the land – despot  to the blending light of  skylines

reshaping – Nevermore paradox. Rap-rapping on the night

Between Gaea and Uranus – stretched out forever

singing – their ancient crooning to absolute innocence  

nullified – by tarmac that stretches further than dreaming

travelers – telling street lights that knowledge is nothing

That only in emptiness is born the space to create

the night – a reflection painted by the shadow of Earth

hurtling – toward the side-strewn piles of gravel kicked  

from rubber – counting miles as minutes and exits 

Possible moments – like white farm-lights upon solo silos

and – piss-yellow porch-light leaking out onto old tractors

wandering – through… wandering through, wandering

on and upon – the lit crevices of the malleable black breast

feeding – the light of day where through the asphalt travels

the linear – time strip of carbon weaving on the cold mud

winding – and blinded by the endless nipple of the apocalypse

Exit by exit we are charging horsemen – speeding head first

into the void