i am awake
yet the land
around me
feels ever so
slightly off
as the view
distorts with
every mile
deeper into
the patient arms
of the vortex
lazily swirling

highways glisten
in the morning
light under a
diffusion of
strobes flashing
behind the
battered shell
of manmade delusion

awake yet dozing
a petulant curl
to maggot lips
drifting down
the side roads
between concrete
crypts with teary
eyed angels statues
pointing the way for
poets and madmen
to slowly dissipate
through the filthy
heart of surrender


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