Mad Max

Diesel and dust

bone and rust ,

fumes and flames

madness and an epiphany

wrapped in golden chains ;

Chains of horror

stretching out toward

that far horizon

glimmering with what

looks like hope ,

receding receding

into the distance ,

and with it the

dying of the light

moonless night

ablaze with fires

stoked by rage ,

roaring across the sky

dawning in an endless succession

of days and days

stripped bare of meaning ;

instincts alert

the desire for one more breath

the thirst for more gasoline

for the engines’ roar ,

roaring back into life

that bleeds a thousand souls

crushed under the wheels

of a now and forever spinning

forever on an axis ,

smothered in flames and fumes ;

an epiphany…

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