Machines in Nature.


This was the best stretch of road
not a stoplight, street light or anything within 
this stretch made by man other than,
this machine I'm powering and even then,
with an engine that purred so gently,
so quietly. I could hear the wind brushing thru trees, 
I could still hear the quiet hum of the earth.
I was lead by that of which was surrounded by darkness.
My box with holes poked in, my moon, 
was just a peep hole in a future
or sometimes even an opening into my past
both big enough to allow light to shine thru,
nature consumes the roads I've driven
I still remember where I've been in perpetuity.

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