PYRO
Pyro with the world afire now
declaims the hills on high and
the valleys below. I watch the
road around me as it wends
its way around the miles. I've
been driving for three days
straight it seems to get my
noticeably traveled sense
nowhere. More in place than
ever, I, yours, remain. Young
thing, see me out. Old man,
please show me the door.
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