Headlights

Headlights mark 
another highway 
like mismatched 
string lights.

Lines of 
solemn beams 
endlessly cascading
together to
form vibrant
clusters against 
the skyline...  

Eventually becoming 
nothing but 
hazy blurs 
in the
growing distance...   

Until consumed 
by darkness...  
 
And gone 
from sight.
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