Flying at Night

Flying down the 14 freeway in the clouded dark

Feels a lot like space traveling. The dark encampment

Of night mirroring the black of the universe, the stars

Mimicked by the city lights that blaze by. The speed

Of machine barely within human scope of thinking bringing to

Focus the clatter of thin metal between harsh, swift death

And soft unassuming passengers. The shadows of mountains

In the distance are the endless possibilities of worlds

not yet touched. This land is mine, this space is mine.

I conquer rode and light as I pass through time.


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