For on the track of no approach to end
Adorned in signs for traveling instruction,
That has not even slight a curve or bend.
Yet distance grows and shortens by the length
Dependent on the method which it's measured,
Instead of being led by what's the horses strength
Or how the trek from point to point is leisured.
The waxing lights that skate around the asphalt
Rise higher with each mile left behind,
Anticipating feet ahead to halt
Where nowhere is antithesized in kind;
Not place or stop but somewhere to confide
Another pair of legs to walk alongside.
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