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The passing flare of headlights
Carve through the evening fog
As I roll away
Consumed with fear
Desperately clamoring for home
Shadows ascend pridefully
Parting ways
From the stream of travelers
Their immense hunger boils with vigor
For the warm luxuries beyond
Darkness pools
Alive and obscured
As I cleave the back roads
In flight of sprawling silence
Fellowship glares
Below the hills I’ve claimed
Through the scourge of fallen mist
And the calm treachery of night
Fellowship welcomes
My unseen frame
Grateful and overjoyed
Worn and stale
The very next
Carve through the evening fog
As I roll away
Consumed with fear
Desperately clamoring for home
Shadows ascend pridefully
Parting ways
From the stream of travelers
Their immense hunger boils with vigor
For the warm luxuries beyond
Darkness pools
Alive and obscured
As I cleave the back roads
In flight of sprawling silence
Fellowship glares
Below the hills I’ve claimed
Through the scourge of fallen mist
And the calm treachery of night
Fellowship welcomes
My unseen frame
Grateful and overjoyed
Worn and stale
The very next
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Upon a green monadnock ‘Neath schizophrenic weather Is in my mind aye-padlocked Midst queries of time’s ledger Soggy fries made memories Quiche of a chilly nature Tortellini treasuries? Nah, cake was best I’d wager Raindrops like small sunrises Weaving down beaten walkways Fences, sunburn, surprises Goose bumps find their feet ablaze Pages of a chapter-book Ink made from broken hemlock Spilled in joy that overtook Upon a green monadnock
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mmm, like emotions going up and then going back down?