Dizzying speeds
Side to side
Echoes of horns
Blare through my mind
As the cloudiness
Of haze
Builds at my temple
Of Heaven
I look
Into the coal colored cloud
Rising above
And below
As the temple of Heaven
Circles round and round
With her eyes closed
As the sounds of the highway
Steam into coal colored clouds
Shout from the honking horns
Of Heaven
I look
Circling round and round
Into the coal covered clouds
With my eyes closed.
The Wandering Curl 
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