Dry

A madman stumbles around

the white line of the barren road.

His brain had dried up.

His cup of alcohol is empty.

 

Nothing happens fast.

Space so vast the car though fast

seems to pass

as would a snail

crossing a desert.

 

Tar gives way to cobbles.

Cobbles give way to dust.

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