the desert being so
vast and full of passing
letters and joshua trees in sunset
the bleeding hands somehow permeated
and i suppose
that you then turned right and went 1512
more miles ahead
in a barrage of coloured alphabeticals
in the night
wishing to be a tad synaesthete or
just driving in the desert too
it is just grey
in nuances for he moment and
although i already mounted the winter tyres
temperature remains above
[what a fine drive! the flow works fine, evne though it remained b/w for me…thanks for sharing]
The star just barely in frame and your ankles full of cactus – the grin. I have had those days – not recently, though. It’s not futile. Just seems that way… often
When the Great Book of Beautiful Things is discovered many years from now, probably in a cave somewhere in the middle of a desert, I’m sure this will have a chapter all to itself. Sublime.
Out west in J Tree – cool! Hope you had time to get out of the car and climb some rocks!
indeed! thus the bleeding hands.
Reminds me of On the Road. I just read it again, the Original Scroll.
I think letters sometimes pass in front of my eyes too.
great night sky
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