A thought got lost along the trail,
The green, the mud, the faint, all in one,
Became a thought.
And that thought wrapped around a turn,
And another turn, an eternal turn that led to thoughts,
And thoughts that turn’d to turns
More mud, and dust, and trees,
And cables of an engine’s wish,
A roar, a thought, a turn.
An endless list of smells that seep, and taint those thoughts,
A ride, a trip, a need, a road.
D.L.C.L.
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