Optic Nerve

By BillFroog

Coaster

The speeding vehicle, full in flight.
Time whipping by with rain streaked haste.
But the foot's off the pedal, no mettle - economises the motive waste;

Latent pools of fuel that lie still heavy - explosive energy sits uninflamed.
The body flies downhill t'ward new horizons,
almost in control, almost untamed.

The driver dozes disconnected. Gaze abandoned to the rear view.
Numbing immobility maintaining movement with no direction.

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