Strange and Beautiful

On the move, in a four wheeled refuge

In acceleration, of this predilection.

Surpassing silently, frail instincts

Sweet antidote, veiled inebriation.


Light empty pockets, glasses brimful

Eager gazes, need no music to hear.

Wistful discourse, beneath push and pull

Love lost to pride, faith to fear.


Passengers no more; strangers retreat

Wiser, we slowed, not crashing instead.

Choked our throats, we laughed and cried

Strange and Beautiful, all in one breath.

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