hazy remnants of a stormy day
linger slowly into the night, 
a ringed moon appears 
over the treetops
as I drive for escape
the high-beams barely
lighting my path
I travel by feel
through the murky night
searching for home
so many treacheries
in front of me, but 
I will press forward
until I find a break 
in the fog and the
comfort that comes
from clarity                
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