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On The Road

Posted to Action Poetry

It keeps on getting closer
Always getting sooner or later
a dusty car powered by a toaster
And everybody's starving
everywhere is famine
everyone is carving tin men from aluminum
We can't feel what makes us begin
we can't begin to sink again
We can't
Can't get over the ground
The sounds keep on driving us deeper
And deeper into solitude
making new hopes
baking theories
Wasting weary power on the road