September 27, 2009

Motorway

By in poetry

Straight line through the plain of slaves. Jurassic outcrop shadows the dawn. Helsby. The oblivion bend, and then the Sun full on. Junction nine. The mechanical diggers raise fists to your departure. Chicken time. Hail Mary. Merging with the M6. Accelerate. Burn it all. Escape velocity. Do it.

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