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Sunrise Flyovers

Together isn’t always forever; yet, love can be found casually scattered across the night sky. A whirring engine rings less mechanical than the heart that cast me out; so now I return to the aimless joys of swirling the cigarette smoke upon my fingers. Dim drumming music, giving rhythm as I speed past that red, that light. Yellow soon, green it’ll be…this time of night, myself and the sky.

 

It’s best to go on wet roads…ideally just after a good midnight thunderstorm. Yes, you’ll find the occasional tree slewn across that otherwise perfect-to-drive-on road…but what story isn’t without a few snags. It’s best to go on wet roads because it’s the closest you’ll ever come to a magic carpet ride.

 

The music you want to choose carefully beforehand, going to be too busy to pick tracks. Something that makes you want to pour your lungs out, bang that steering to beat and look…but I just drive faster, which is also nice.

 

A good smoke to contrast the fresh after-rain air; one to light, one to smoke; hand over, way too over blackening half the cigarette. Ah well, next time I’ll nail the no-look light. Waving the embers into the draft watching them dance to the same waves of black you’ve seen; same air. A flag that the embers meekly outline; maybe they’ve a longing too; dancing with full ferocity till their flames quickly vanish.

 

The monuments shall remain, transfixed for us transient lovers. I know this tryst will last many more ages; how many times must you see me, on foot, on horse, in cart…in car? This never-ending drive serving as the pit-stop between the storms that make us, that take us away from the dread of having to wake oneself up; once again.

 

Oh yes, you best go it alone; on these drives into the comforting night, reflection out the corner of your eye; some invisible hand moving yours to fix that little bit of hair. When else to ponder on all the moments that crafted your solitude?

 

Written on Wednesday, May 14, 2021

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