This way to the river
this way to the sea.
The fields return the sentiment
with a doleful look.
There's nothing more frightening
than a country thunderstorm
with nothing between you and civilization
except a bike and the hell-bent forces of nature.
And when you turn out the light
it's the blackest dark you've ever seen
and things are so terrifyingly loud
--so loud you couldn't hear anything coming.
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