02-17-2022, 12:40 AM
A distant highway has a sinister feel about it. Something alien. Something too fast to fit a rural surrounding. Something maybe even soon to be encroaching.
I've written about a distant highway elsewhere. It conjured another atmosphere of another color and aura and set of references.
Currently, someone is at my room replacing my door. I didn't ask for that. So, somebody must have sent them. I posted this poem because it gives me a similar feeling. The problem with owning nothing is being subject to random and unwelcome intrusions and alterations.
I've written about a distant highway elsewhere. It conjured another atmosphere of another color and aura and set of references.
Currently, someone is at my room replacing my door. I didn't ask for that. So, somebody must have sent them. I posted this poem because it gives me a similar feeling. The problem with owning nothing is being subject to random and unwelcome intrusions and alterations.