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Asleep At The Wheel
The lights on long motorways
hypnotise your eyes
and sleep can call suddenly
within the blinking of an eye.
Your control looses its grip
against the backdropp of the stars.
You find yourself asleep at the wheel
as you race into oblivion.
19 September 2010
poem
by
David Harris
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