Twelve Poem by Kian Sheik

it has been a while, but around the turning of the 24 hour intervals deemed a day i have been in the car with my frequencies in check with my interest so that i may have the utmost listening per road experience. during a particular song the world stopped. we kept moving but everything had come to a particular halt. i could still hear the engine igniting and roaring and i could still hear the wheels turning and i could still listen to the road crumble. but out of all the noise that was subtle and clean grew a song so enveloushing that my ears could not escape the sound and my eyes could not tear from the road. in that small moment i had frozen myself. i could not speak or respond or move. all i could do was intercept sight and sound. and in that same moment all i could imagine if that song never ended. if that road never ended. if my life never ended. and if that night never ended. as long as i thought about her, i would be content with my fate.