Heading out into a clear night
and the universe unfolds ahead.
Full visibility, Alpha to Eta,
Orion's Belt above the dashboard and
a ripe pink moon rises
in the West.
The glow of orange cities
brightening the horizon.
Heading into the night
a lone traveller maintains a constant
four score and ten,
moving closer
with each second.
A lonely soul made criminal,
speeding to catch the balm
of his laughter.
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