The darkness rolls on.
I sit here in silent motion,
watching oases of light
slide past my window.
I am not alone of this road.
Pairs of ruby-embers burn brightly ahead.
A wall of white-diamonds
flows steadily on my right.
Where are they going,
these people of the Night-road?
I am one of them,
yet separate.
We roll onwards
with the sunrise at my back.
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