mountain road a sleeping serpent
prone between the jagged cliffs
slumbering but unrepentant
every hairpin brings its gifts
of sharp, sudden gasps of terror
but the wheels obey at last
don't you dare commit an error
future streams into the past
does it ever widen, straighten
in the moment, you're not sure
but the serpent has awakened
and will call you back for more
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