Highway, Laughter, bottom and other lines

April 3, 2017

Dear Road, Today – for one month – it’s you and me.
And a telescope. In my lower tooth.
So when the sky drops my jaw I can see the truth.

How nearly everything elliptically returns to its root
until dying
is no longer an issue.

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