The road is long——
The road is straight——
The road is crooked and cracked and narrow——
I say the road is hard——
Covered with nails and glass
Sustenance long lost
To hungry coyotes
Who sleep with the white goddess
In her cabin by yesterday’s forest
She does not know the roads——
She does not know the pathways——
She has no need for such adventure
Or the infinite time of dead stars
No gross struggle searching
For answers to cosmic questions
Our universe hides in dark matter
Incomprehensible to those
Lost on desolate desert highways
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