Reading

Standard

Finally the schedule clears

And I am ready with my humble guide

For the the open road

Of painted, curving lines.

 

I gaze out the right, rear window,

Examining the words

On the flat, horizontal landscape.

My eyes continue to spring back to their left corner

While the hypnosis fights a radio too slowly.

I ache to be there already.

 

At last this waking life melts

Into the author’s ancient dream.

Bad lighting and sleepy limbs,

No longer pain my weightless body.

 

***

 

Why do my eyes keep moving

Long after I have forgotten

The words I just read?

Everything I really see is still worlds, worlds away.

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