Untitled (Traveling On A Road)

Although they had been there since before memory,
the discarded products of human invention
and ingenuity
still stood out against the golden backdrop
of the eternally sprawling fields.

To the flora and fauna, however,
they had become seamless with nature
and now occupied a role all their own within the habitat –
if you could even call the endless landscape
that I have been traveling through
a habitat.

The colorless mountains always stood at a distance,
like the elusive end of a hallway
in a mirror maze.
Those had always been my destination,
but with every waking second of travel
it seemed that my final steps
would be beside a disfigured wheel
or grotesque hull of a vehicle.

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