Burnishing off into the distance of history...
Peering into distance flickering fading memories...
Everything flowing mono-directionally...
In wake of winter gray late afternoon...
Gleaming early morning sunlight...
Running alongside range hawk in tandem...
Where rubber hits gritty city thoroughfares...
Mountains rising up in the distance...
There is no phoning in gas...
Remnants of autumn leaves on winter grass...
Fool's awash in dreams of gold in counterfeit...
