Moment split between
pavement and infinite sky. Shade and color bleed. Remembering us. Shedding insecurities. Conquering the night. So I gaze moonward. Lunatics of Luna fall, time treads brisk & grave. As to set about a real, never ceasing quest, of tracing back miles All hopes to regain a royal consequence, for shaking constancy. Driving, the listless ghosts of darkened yesterworld have scarce been so kind. The road before me undulating as serpents through valley and hill. Past never relived made sure resolve for mindful presence made present.
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