Poetry: The Road. 

Restless soul.
On a lonely road.
Straight and flat.
Serving dollops of dejavu.
Moon drenched.
Lonely road.
Promising a heady ride.
Unshackled from reality.
Listless ride.
Where art ye?
Fellow riders.
Slow me down.
Drown out the moon’s lullaby.
Collide in embrace.
And bask in the warmth of friction.
Let’s careen dizzyingly.
To twisty
Towards destinations unknown.

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