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OctPoWriMo 18

The traffic restores a sense that we are
doomed already destined by our actions
to travel in a circle endlessly
the same distances we went yesterday
and will again tomorrow not today
it does not exist only a concept
never attained except by emptying
all thought and emotion to the flux of
our incapacity to imagine
any alternate routes that would bring us
outside of this noisy impatient loop
a beltway if you will bloated by time
until filibustered it collapses
stands stock still while the rest of them passes

By Joshua Keiter

reader, writer, actor, singer, teacher