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Riders on the Storm
We were led to this place by a ghost, a ghoul, or a numen.
Maybe even a demon...
Walking alone along the roadside of the mind and isolation.
The place where railroad tracks travel out of time’s dimension.
Maybe even time travel…
As creepy lights mark the places of residential construction.
Madness/pure madness in the attainment of the composition.
Maybe even genius…
The alchemy of days and mostly nights over prolonged meditation.
The occasional speeding car light catches a brief flash vision.
Maybe even confrontation.
Shadow figures cannot be figured out in this radial contemplation
* * *
What is it about madness
That is so liberating?
What is it about genius
That is so isolating?
What is it about humanity
That is so vexing?
Maybe even fascinating…
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