Road Trip (another one)

For long hours the orange columns

Center line rolls like a slot machine

Houses melt into their mass

Office suites, warehouses, all scatter

Those infernal orbs dissolve in the rear view

Til only poles and fencing

These too absorbed in fog

I am motion

I am light

Racing the sun to nowhere

Can not speak

Can not blink

This road has no end

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