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Night-time, ten-to-four A.M.
I will be on the road, a bad road tagged
Called 'Your Insights Terrestrial Roadway'
at a speed of inoculated fate dragged
into my altered oddities of soul betrayal.
above signs speed limits, effort of strive
at what distance will tangent lines drive?
I could only afford of a celestial ticket
A cyclic chord music, sacrificial trinket.
Up a strenuous, snake-like slippery mountain path
hollowed out cavern mines, engines powered wrath
My gloved hands tightly clenched upon leather steer
fast shift of gears, a tango with death commandeer.
Of heights and depths, impertinent forsaken place
of eerie outcasts, only obscene destinies will grace
all efforts. Upon this path, an intruder I shall be
outsmarted by nature's rejection of an even destiny.
Indomitable motor's turbocharged power propulsion
all hidden dreams weave on this Northern traction
wet surface, no-speed to deny, titanic of torque
winner of never, of skies above a champagne's cork.
Night-hour of else on a high mountain strenuous road
if I waited for an ambulance, would be an act odd
a little droplet of crimson acquainted with my uniform
Since 10 to 4 am, on road side, killed in the storm.
poem
by
Giorgio Veneto
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