Towards Exile

Stefon Napier
Jul 23, 2017 · 1 min read

Crossing Illinois at midnight,

headed east,

ahead of the storm front

churning in the darkness

that swallows

the road behind me forever.

Every mile is a journey that is

just beginning,

going somewhere in the flat land and in the

incomplete vastness of this life that is linked to the promise

of something greater than the distance of the eyes.

The whole land going backwards, I carry my wounds

into the blackness, into exile.

Stefon Napier

Writer, Poet. Illinois.

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