found a map of a place that had been erased by some mortar shells 100 years ago and the town had left and the grass had grown and the great cathedral was scattered stone so i made that stop on a country road in a snowy field where my headlights shone upon a great big plaque with some dates and names and a latin quote about fate and grace but it was too late a little too late so i sat alone on my panting hood and i breathed and breathed until i felt good about a world that turns in leaps and bounds and builds great cities and flattens towns that could lead me here back to this quiet place a century later to think and pace and then return home back to my smiling world no wiser but a little more in awe1
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