In this scenario
you're sleeping
I'm writing
you were recently awake
my body is still moving with
the car
I am unconsciously stationary
The fear of running empty
pushes me on, like the night
here is hopeful, quiet
but not empty
I feel my soul in the trees
over the river
I'm torn on car engines &
ageless trees
I am belonging to neither
I am undecided where to die.
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