My entire body is tense.
white knuckled hands, cramped feet,
and exhausted perception.
The dense Fog weighs so heavily on the road, that I can only see past the tip of my nose.
Low beams only accentuate the unsightliness.
Haunted by the marbled eyes of those mighty Buck;
i wait for the encounter...
while i slowly weave around the bends, I feel anxious, lost,
tingling with fear.
The heavy Ticks of Time pierce my mind, hoping for the breaking light of dawn.
Yet, Nothing Shines.
No direction, Never a clear sight.
?south.east.north.west?
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