lockhorne:

Moving on concrete scars,
The colour orange pierces the country
In small and frenzied stabs.

Thought about how this might look to a human.

Glaring serpent poised above the road.
It didn’t shake me. I know a word for that.
I know a context. I know so many words
And they will keep me.

Remembered to learn to forget,
Remembered The Divine Ecology;
Found the landscape was unsettling
Like some unconscious droning
Incapable of rest.