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High Beam Daydream

Go where the road untangles and unfurls

by those cliff side views over those blue curls

lit only by those high beams off those white pearls.

Only sense of direction is the road ahead

no going back just only forwards instead

as going prevents drifting to the sea bed.

The white sea foam crashes amongst the shore

those high beams persist only for Salvadore

the light bends around the corner then no more.