Wednesday, March 1, 2017


The wild roads worm into the heartland
surrounding villages
isolating dark and tangled woods
bringing strange beasts
unearthly colors, spine-chilling sounds
new towers in gut-wrenching hues rise overnight
toadstools of imperishable metal
beaming thoughts and unthoughts
to the huddled masses
the roads, meanwhile
on they writhe
switchbacks on the plains
cutting through empty villages
farms furred with new growth
and fruit from the stars

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