Wilderness Highway Drive

Kaleidescopic
You pull my mind to the road
Looking for sunrise

Shoes last 40 years
Incomprehensibly long
Despite assertions

We have each slept here
In the backseat of lent dreams
With borrowed pillows

Colors tell the tale
Purple, green and everything
In between heartbeats

Could these scenes be live?
If our heartbeats did not synch-?
Asyst-o-pation-?

Le-?ad to fresh water
These tears have saturated
All I've had in mind

Do not shrink from sight
I feel I would feel poisoned
Should (thoughts/words/we) misalign

Let's angle these curves
So the dream gains tactile sense
Without losing eep 

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