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It is the road through the woods again
The car is the fortress
Through the misty mind and glitch
I fog it for you
So we shall meet nothing familiar
But a stranger darkness there
A throbbing landscape desolate
In the foment and frenzy
Of the flustered frigid mind.

Between the edge of fall and winter
The last gold gathhering brown
Along the leafy ledge of misty ground
Uncradled comes a careless drifter
Through the dense evening's silence
Down a road that discovery lures me
The engine sputtering, a distant fence
Miaraged in mist and damp mystery

What wayward road so starkly dense
With the unuse of light, or surface
Splattered with shadows in immense
Splash of trees. The silence waste
In the sudden stillness of the car
Hot and steaming in cold creepiness
Of lonely time. I saw a frightened star
Streaking in the dead hearted wilderness

The shrapnels fell on grumbling tin
A burning ball of stone blotting the sight
And suddenly after night and woe begin
The crunching windstep of trees, blight
Of hope on a road so removed from men
The one not taken, barren as before
Where comes the soul of jaded men
To regret again life, path, and hollow core.

I saw the sheeted villains, the dangling ropes
The white sockets of flaming eyes
Footsteps whispering on the leafy slopes
The pending demise of my soul long despised
And where the black cat ran I followed fast
Through timber wood and lightning blast
Through mist of winter rain and haze it cast
My future forever fled my froth of past

What seems an old cabin are trees in brown night
A misty carpet to a crumbling edge
And wolf teeth herding me for the bite
To the abrupt brink of silence and its ledge
Wake me now I dream too long, I foil
Before the mayhem of endings I can't endure
Waking up is my power by which dreams recoil
I forfeit sleep for the bolted back door
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