Sky Car wheels roll, wheels crunch, wheels squeak, Over rocks, on dark black ice, spread Haphazardly on open, swelling highway, Heaving hills, and open, gaping Sky. Space. Lights of the city lie flat, Spread wide, and I open, open Up, and out and up the stars Dance subtly against a stark, black Canvas. I smirk, as a smile won’t do, not With the derision, the hindsight I have Not seeing from above, or below (as For so long all I’ve done is look up, Or down). But now, I am looking across; Looking in. Breathe. There are no layers Here, no levels, no floors. Bungalows Speckle fields and foothills, like hay bales, Like trees. And even the skyline rolls. The layers Peel away, crumble down, and somehow I am rolling, along the highway, Like wind
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