The post office door closed firm  in a boisterous squeak as the employees departed sullen and sulky,  on this  fatalistic day with no reverse rescue volte face on even the dimmest horizon. 

Hypnotic treasure,

 Christmas reindeer coterie that  cast wide charm,        

Why so-called limits ,   
are a block, that dreadful curb,    
on that life desired

and the day

     may come again

when only the road

     will call to me

when all else fails

     and everyone’s gone

and I stand alone

     again alone

when everything fails

     and all is lost

and only the road

     will still remain

my bundle small

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