fulcrum

country roads are blind

and beautiful

not a single lamppost on duty

all the feels on deck

lit up by star shadow

uninterrupted

open to stay

or go

to feed

or be fed

in the smoldering stillness

of night air

the bustling solitude

of grass in the wind

dark

in the moonlight

i am lifted

taken to sights anew

in search of fresh vibes

in ancient skies

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