Kjempen

Kjempen

Sound is rising slowly
Like the foot
Of a wayward giant
Slowly lumbering
Through the pass

From the freeway
Bull beasts on wheels
Roll with the fall
Down the hill
To come back up again

Sounding like warped
Helicopter blades
Distorted in wind
Flying far overhead
A jaw-wired hiss

Into the return
Of curve
Of a wide winding road
With drivers struggling
To stay awake at night

Fistortion of hands
Meatily feeling their
Way while the giant
Groans and breathes
A song of pavement

Smooth
As if on wheels
A calm grinding noise
Of travel
Off in the distance

Echoing off
The valley walls
And reverberating
Down its hallway
Like a brook

Heavy footsteps
Falling
Of a giant
Walking
A towering form
Breathing
In the skeptic-laced skies
Glowing

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