The road

In this dream, I’m running the road.

Hurtling towards you in the morning’s cold

the steam from my mouth emerges as apparitions, they fall by the way,  I smash through these visions.

I stumble, I’m grazed. I’m broken and bleeding

The world rises up to meet me, I pass through without feeling.

All that matters is that you got to me

So now, I get to you.

 

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