Legend.
The years we drove those
purple highways; when we counted
time in sunsets.
Wild.
Little path between,
the markers are you well kept?
I scour the bracken of years.
Ornament.
After the world broke
Atlas rearranged his grasp.
It holds him up too.
Misfit.
In film,
it is sometimes pleasing
to light the set, dress
your actor,
so that they stand out from
the background. Glowing
with self-doubt or some
tremulous sharp inner
pain. In film.
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