Pale / by the road to the North / falls the mountain-wall.

Their journey began in the body of who they were. Leaving
the rain behind, it reappeared peltering the windshield and
its wipers moved in a continuous monotonous dance.

Foxed: a braided rope, or a mind twisted around itself;
or a trickster with negative brain plasticity might even
argue that superimpositions met along the way show that
a journey has no beginning or end, and that no one is
left behind.