Swarm

It unnerves me really.

This glance in my rearview mirror.

This long line crawling behind me

Splashing up rain with wipers like sensors,

Long and twitching against glass, 

Mine groaning loudly.

It unnerves me really.

A swarm 

of chemically driven beings,  

Rolling behind me

And me 

Rolling behind them

Their luminous eyes

Unblinking, reflected as fangs 

Dragging in the stream
Automatically, in a trance, 

A long line of lone

Segmented creatures 

Swept along as one

But with separate purpose and

Self propelled but synchronized

As one compound living thing.

As one breathing, slow-moving being.

Not joined or even touching

Unless viewed from the Moon

or my rearview mirror

When it's clear we are one driven being. 

Only one. 
Bending in the gale.

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