Maximillian Amadeus Banzai (banzai) wrote,
Maximillian Amadeus Banzai
banzai

Driving north

Night rushing
past,
ribbon of highway vanishing
before and behind,
stars and brilliant crescent shining
above,
countryside surrounding
all.

Only a few headlights
hint at other travellers;
all have their own strange business
to spur them at this hour.
Not one story is stranger than ours.

Reflected stripes leap
toward us
as we hurtle forward,
onward,
north,
toward our destin(y/ation).

I awakened to overhear
my companions talking up front,
low hushed tones
discussing the lunacy of
our endeavor,
yet driving all the same—
where logic falls short,
loyalty and trust manage.

As a test,
the back of my hand
touches the cool glass of
the car window.
It's the only thing that convinces me
I am not dreaming this time.
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