we were driving in a fast car & it felt very very good & we were high & the landscape was beautiful & we were drunk on the very company of each other & there was nothing we touched that wasn't us, including the air itself & the sky & the car's eagerness & we saw no road signs because everything, absolutely everything, was inside of us & then it was like one of those movies with the two front wheels hanging off the cliff balanced over a dangerous & beautiful, vast & gordian landscape & how did we get here & before even reconsidering the map & the inevitable & flawed belief in the wrong turn & before blame, we hold our breath & look into each other's eyes & make very precise movements
(to be continued)
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