Drive Through the Night | A Poem
by L.M. Browning, from Drive Through the Night
If we kept moving
—blind in the blur
of mileage mounting—
we might outrun the sun
and not see the sight awaiting
in the bare daylight
that we were the source
of each other’s psychosis
and to lose the madness
would require roads
opposite in all ways.
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