This road he had knowed, many times carried him home. Beads rise from careworn hands, Sun orange, low, low on the land. A voice, automated, interrupts,
thoughts disperse, now resume.
Past fading, fades away, Future inexorable, today consumed. Moving, pushing, forced from center, what center, which center, construct or no? Faster, faster, away , away, Forward, forward, faster goes. “Caution, detour, veer left ahead”