We can just drive
and you can think about what
you want to say. No
tunes, no
need. It's silence
okay? And companionable,
between
such two as we turned
out to be.
Let's go home,
you fool.
Or just drive for hours
and miles, and see
where we've ended up.
It must
be better than here,
flying by just above
the limit of speed
toward the edge of all things
as we disappear.
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