the trip

"this is the best part of the trip... this is the trip"

feel the way the road bends with your will
aiming to the evening sky
when the sand is spread out before you, until
the wind blows it right past your eye.

shifting sands,
the path becomes of glass
darkness hovers above and silence descends coldly and unforgivingly
down down down the spiral goes
further along the wayward trajectory we create with our being.

bite your tongue, bite your thumb
the snake hisses behind you.
he wants your intentions laid bare before you
and awaits with sullen tongue and sullen pride.

"You invade my domain,
you lay on my bed.
You drag your essence over my earth
and expect me to welcome you.
You have entered my territory,
tresspassing my soil, looking for the sun.
This highway leads west."

Learn what you may
do what you will.
Consequence is the only constant.

Believe me.

It's the best part of the trip.