(the between
great fields in eight-lane slipstream
under gunmetal nimbostratus
from lay-bys' brief settlements
we gaze
to a changeling horizon
our lives
are a sinew-thread
beside panting juggernauts
leaden dawn to camp-fire
we chase out our niche
the hard shoulder
in dreams
we shed Vulcan's chrysalis
gasp in a gale of wings
Pegasus-pedal
to a col in thunderclouds
bivouac)
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