The New Journey
Nature is my travelogue
She poses in mystery
As we surge through backroads
The temporary compartments of our lives
Crested infrastructure upon circling migrations
I am without token
The sun falls unrestrained
Daring capture of fluid magic
Or slitting through our mountainous rubble
Each post ventures a veinous riptide
Grasping on baked bellies, we pose
Parking lots sprawling the half turn
Destiny is without a shape
The tune of mercury spasms a punctured clock
Bargains without a back
And barriers that spiral the inevitability
We have just begun
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