in pursuit of peace
the bounty on my head
keeps going up
or so I’ve heard from the
monotonous talking heads
streaming in the air
I’m feeling much better
since crossing the mississippi
heading east by northeast
toward an unknown place
where sanctuaries still exist
secret agent men
keep hunting me in my sleep
but I manage to elude them
by rolling over into
a new form of reality
I know every inch of concrete
and railway between
this world and the next
where I am destined to settle
into indescribable peace
february two thousand seventeen
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