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THE END OF DAYS BOOK SEVEN | THE ENDLESS ROAD PART ONE | White Lines Chapter (?) | Belated Dirges          I tossed the bag of clothes toward the door. There was no reason to hurry, because the northbound motorhall wouldn't go for another six hours. But I didn't want to stay in the apartment longer than I had to. Sanctus had sucked the life out of me and I wanted to get out as fast as possible, preferably before anyone found out. If Meda wanted help finding Juno Mitzimori, she could do it herself. I had my own ends to find.          During my stay at the apartment, I collected some clothes and things. None of it was coming with me. None of

The evening we drove into Warm and explosive Was a waning nuclear bomb The moon far behind us Gauzy and uncertain Was the ghostly birth of a spirit The winking lights of cars High on the way Was the turning arm of a galaxy The old country passed by Silver and silent As the river of time holding still The harmonica sang Lilting and bright As a cure for the faded morning The figures in photographs Golden as the meadows Rode out through the bowing trees The oaks that I wandered Withering with moss Whispered the healing truths That the future ahead of us Undetermined and cruel Would still ring with your laughter

Pressed against the glass Hot outside and hazy and bright Follow the white line Close my eyes when it breaks Curl up in the velvet seat Finger the cigarette burn The little vent furiously piping cold air Into my face I'd forget how to be hungry Forget there was anyone else driving at all Formless houses and trees slid by Mesmerized by the rows of maize Count the cars on the tracks adjacent Lay back and stare the gray above Follow the black power lines And feel empty when they pass away A wild dog crossed ahead in search for life maybe foreboding A late bird passes in a flash ushering in the night The sky away from the