Days, weeks?
How long has it been without
sleep? I've been lured out
by a woman I can't make out
from a distance. Here
in the deserts of west Texas
where the stars are truly separated
among many, all roads lead
to grandious climax.
I see you spread on my dash,
An invitation to escape.
My trail is marked
by anti-psychotics, tranquilizers
and anti-depressants
I am revolving.
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