Open fields, a patchwork quilt of farmland
Outlining the swell of the land’s curves
The road thrums with traffic, artery-busy,
artery-blocked. Single cell by single cell
We squeeze past, rejoin the healthy flow
A tunnel takes us, clean and gleaming
As sterilised equipment, bathed in street-light orange
Filtered through, we emerge blinking
Into the mountain-cradled hollow of a broken tooth
White snowfalls gleaming sunset-bright
As bloodstains under ultraviolet
Ahead, car tail-lights glimmer in the darkness,
A jewel-red snake, riding the spine of the world.

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