Oceans of headlights
drowning before you.
How did you get there.
At first there was mist
anchored to the horizon,
mystifying the midnight.
Then swallowed a groan
from within, and merged,
one lane away from...
Heard nothing at that
very moment, felt
nothing once more.
Oceans of headlights
screaming ahead of you for miles,
waiting for you to turn back around.
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