Misgivings

Misgivings. The long road is a petrified asphalt river where it dips and falls into an abyss it’s boiling and steam arises, cars fall in disappear, never to be seen again I have warned them do not drive when the sun sets, but headless they drive into their own oblivion. Ancient sorrow, under the new lane is a roman road soldiers, who had been promised eternal life, come to life when the sun drips golden blood; Heaven help a driver caught up in their rage his many regrets are as useless as morning dew on wayside weeds.