Vector

Gliding,

searing hot pain,

like waves on the blue sea,

splintered patterns, woven into cloudy tapestry,

on a long drive, slow along the desert highway, mileposts skipped like stones

boredom, specially formed in cracks and crevices,

found a home wedged in my weary head,  never

saw the brights in the rear-view,

it was like a storm,

Flood

Never had the rain poured so hard,

still the brilliance of the gods shewn through,

like radio waves,

on that dusty road we never tired,

dislodged from infinity,

just another enigma,

encased in a bad dream...