the road is a ribbon feeding on itself
a dream snake
the car is an empty room but for me
the sun glares back
sultry beyond windows and stealthy
in the soupy day
I'm wondering if radios will play on
at the end of the world
as I watch my future burning like fuel
past lonely road kill
the road keeps coming, a stream of poison
being sucked out of me
my family knows my day from my absence
I pick up the distance and go
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