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The further you get from the interstate the more likely is perfection.

At ten or three of clock the wind decides to give sandblasting a rest.
The sun comes out and strikes the windshield instead,
making a soft ticking song as he dries the glass raindrops.
Once lightening hit us so dark here they had to chant

the purify. And once on my very first ride here there
was a blackhawk for real in the cliffs of Keams …
99 and 99 generations later, the same flash but oh,
just a crow, just a just a crow, oh no.

Any monday could be the last run
Coming to the end of the line
But this one is: unsettled, uneasy, faithless more
than befits the idolatrous holy occasion.

I did must bathe though
ritually first to dispel
the passion storms with lavender.
The heartless thunder that must musk.

Cloudlessly slapping the cheek.
Just a raven gravel flies,
Just a raven windshield chips,
It wasn’t real gravel

only profess-cinder
and choose again another road to point it
make the turning to
appoint it higher.

9 May 16, there is no MM 41, only 404 again.
And this time MM may also stand some time for miracle mile

The dun horse is the fifth horse.