Longer Road

My instinct was to go far
out to the edges of the reach
above the light of each car
from the center line, preach 

failure is not on the tip of a tongue
wagons are crashed by the river
while statements come down like bells that we rung
metaphors smile on a similar shiver

to whom does a meaning 
come down from the mount
when including the weaning
a childhood to count

embarrassment bars the continual line
sinking to heights that gravity marks
breaking the verse on the back of a spine
descriptions are cast in the fire by sparks.

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