Along This Way

Even through blind eyes/ I judge rhythm as simple./As a sparked echo /in two live eyes. Both eyes seek/spokes in wheels. /Sure that we understand,/ we aren’t travelling/unless a gas tank consents./The looks cross our faces,/ serve an unexpected puzzle./ In a searing summer/I’m trapped by thinking/ of lagoons and crescent moons./ Consulting a fire sign./to navigate a few stars. /Maybe win by laughing/like when you walk/in your dire pastime/ on a grave of the future .

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