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Wit-struck, the mind takes a stride off the side of its boat,

the Tempus Fugit. Don’t look down, says the divemaster.

Watch the horizon. Eight hours into this twelve-hour drive,

It’s all horizon, geological forms that undulate, thrust,

and flatten as they did when this was a nameless stretch