Ouroboros
Down the line
It's getting dark
Hard to tell
where asphalt ends
and I begin.
I am the road.
weaving, serpentine,
into velvet darkness.
slave to the wheel
Brought to twist and turn
As the asphalt coils
pulled into to the places that frighten me
I will lose myself soon
inevitable
That I chase the scales
On the road ahead
The asphalt Dragon will annihilate
in little deaths
But at the end of the road
Eyes closed , cradled
Are Eyes wide open.
I can see
The perpetual road is unabated
Miles for miles
Again and again.
My road, my dragon
The beginning is the end, and the end a beginning
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