A
Poem in the
Before Choice Disturbs collection
Push me into the
canyon night
And
rev the
engine hard.
The
corn rows become
living walls,
Blurring
darkness make them
solid.
Drive the car down the center line,
Until we're an not an accident
Waiting to happen, But unfolding now.
Our fate divided into the small moments
Of an accelerated push.
Rushing past the unlit farmhouses
and stealth corn silos,
Over iron bridges and backroads
We feel ourselves expand.
Yeah, push me into the canyon night,
And rev the engine hard,
Where we become the silent walls--
And blurring darkness makes us solid.