The Craft

I’m heading west

Getting really good at this
is like dying too slow

The process isn’t plain,
in keeping with its fluidity–
it is a monotony more languid than driving

There is always that mild view of a flat prairie horizon
it goes on and on and on for eternities to the naked eye

Until you reach an edge
or some glorious view.

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