Rolling a quixotic move
I saw the moving wheels
of vehicles on the busy road
It betide my senses
Like a centipede
Sounding flat on the screeching tar
A predatory mass
In a longer journey to prey
distant lands with animated legs
One by one
It obeyed traffic rules
Pausing, respecting the game of laws
I jerked myself from the seat
To offbear my muscle
And let mistrel crawl multi legged into my veins
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