Ego Death on the M4
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#posts #[poetry]I am driving home at night
hands gripping the wheel
empty tarmac surrounding me
fertiliser stinging my nostrils
The engine shaking all the space
between my scattered atoms
as white lines converge
scattered atoms of steel
shake in engine vibrations
fertiliser drifts from nearby fields
the empty tarmac sighs
someone else's hands grip
a steering wheel as a car
drives on, into darkness.
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