I found myself staring
at the road , black and shining ,
A ribbon of hope and life
between looming jaws of strife
the jungle closes in
unasked , sudden
An audacious strip of asphalt
is all that lasts ,
like an extended breath
taking you across death
No sounds , only bated silence
and spotted dove unseen
Prescience says we have come
to the jungle , hence home
but the terror , unuttered
felt , gut stirred
something is wrong
Someone is watching
unseen , you are the prey
human , you better pray
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