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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