With no point in mind nor even a point in view
I continue doggedly down the liquorish black road
It lies forever in front of me
It’s remnant forgotten behind me
The technician’s waste beside me
Narrow or wide
High or low
Winding or straight
A fence bound scar my only view
Oblivious to what I’m convinced is out there
Having tried to connect all the dots
Attempting to create the singular black blot
With the aim of getting me anywhere
It engages me and bores me
I love it and hate it
Yet I always want more
Brazen and confident I lap up the miles
Slow or fast my foot decides
If I need to know I watch the road
Else I engage robot mode
Anchored by number and word
The wind distorts not just my face
All along the rings ring and the pistons chime
And in response the pointer points
Reciprocating what has come before
I chew on another liquorice round
To which the tamed accelerates the whine to a growl
With complete faith in the next bend
Or maybe the end

The featureless filled child’s mind
Delights in fathomless meadows
Truth lies unbound
Devoid of track and speck
Chasing butterflies for fun
Discount the yellow sun
Smear green on their clothes
Compare various hues of blue
Exhilarating in bright white
Everything is new
Everything is
Nothing’s a lie
No reasons to cry
In paradise unbound
Bumps and lumps provide all their ups and downs
Anything above three is simply many
Eyes and mouth perpetually smile
Then changed by many
The mandatory supplement of black
Forms the tunnel of life
Staining not just the mouth