The cliffs of night tower out beyond
the glass past the sand. Our tires
hum a dusky tone. Black ribbon
moves beneath us treacherous
unvarying. The oscillation pulls us in.

We move without travelling our
vessel's curse the news we bring.
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Testimonials carved in stone. Sleep
disturbed only by the warning of the
beloved's toll. We gather hours gone by.

We are witness to the burning of
the beautiful. A fundamental
method and design.