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On a road such as this I'd welcome police lights
To crack the cover of this ebony cloak,
My senses racing as solitude alights
With harshness of brush, precision of stroke.
A light crawls from a cathedral windowpane.
I glance the glow inside of an exit sign.
It illuminates all I would ascertain
Were I to visit in afternoon sunshine.
Dirty truck stops and empty car lots dot the domain.
My mind thinks of home and I switch to the fast lane.
