The road conquers the swerving oath,
It follows a track of ultimate authority;
The road ahead is an odyssey of far
Roads and farther realms of curtains.
The roads must deliver the pages of
Men who drive along lives and sail
Forwards on the seas, catapulting
Like wrong siege engines so famous.
The road is a woman, the roads are men,
My sewing is my doing, and theirs solidifies
By tailoring, connecting and deceiving.
It was a risky trail of trying, seeking,
Loving little in the extreme, in the haste
Of the obliterating sun that is a star.
The seas must occur on the love always
There, where love connects and sews.
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