The long concrete road touches each
horizon
But feigns promises of nowhere to wander.
A vague background darkened with blood
red taints;
An obtrusive foreground cast deserted
panoramic faints.
Witnessed by straight line of finished
timber;
Connected by cables without limber.
Only the past understands the reasons
For days; years of the anguished forest seasons.
While the future - waits in musing;
cackling;
Knowing that the quest carries her
shackling -
For she may run the highway to
resolution...
Where she stops - may have no absolution.
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