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3,000 miles an hour
down a dead end road
that forked 4,000 and a half miles ago
only 1999.7 miles to go
and in the distance ever growing
a large dark spheric spec
fast approaching now just a bit closer
as paved dashes weave to one
the form becomes distinct and odd
an egg I do draw near
visions one by one have been painted on
the tip tie-dyed with vibrant colors
with a flowing stream is divided
from the darker base that flows
some jagged dips and dots of Crayola
barley survived atop the night sky scene
scattered with rough diamonds
and broken hearts
the bottom depicts a monumental thriving oak
above and to the right a reversed pine
and on the other upside down
what once was a tree in its own right
now dying, falling by the moonlight
across the artwork upon the pelt
curves and twirls an old brick road
slamming down upon the breaks
I try to preserve this masterpiece
of course it was to little much to late
cracking down the middle this egg of life
falls to the sides
all that is left standing . . .
a picture of a child's electric pink car
and two white haired men on bended knee
kneeling beside of a 3 year old me