In the Shrouds of Mourning

In the shrouds of morning, when sleep still clings to you

Do you dream in your waking hours?

Do you see the visions swept across highways?

The steering wheel like a scythe

Music playing, flashing illustrations on the windshield

Driving through the muddy grooves of battlefields

A nickelodeon in your head

Seeing time as something more dimensional

Stretching across years, tears and rain filling up highways

Drowning in rain and memories

Bleared lenses, eyelids wet

Blink one minute longer

Drift off into the oncoming lane

See the headlights on an S10 Pickup

Leave this world on a slanted plane.


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