What happened today
After registering the new vehicle, was journeying back.
The torrid sun breathed on the road, melting even the tar
to a gluey sweat ...
The tires scorched into split ambush..... It was golden
tinged with black moving as though alloted to a speed of
light; it poised, propped it's head, on it went to the other
side...Before disappearing it seemed to be saying ....why I
am a serpant? So silent in its eternity to be speaking ..
Wonder why its connected to 'Aesculapius'with a rat of
prefix and serpant as suffix? The tounge is mercurial, as bewtching
as the truth of the word to say it!