On the Autobahn
between Mühldorf and
Ampfing there is,
at night,
not much traffic;
a pattern.
The lights of the trucks
are open stages
or a circus shifting
from village to village.
There must be
somebody
who has gathered
all this darkness,
and searched for light.
This reminds me
of a childhood,
times I was
alone.
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