The cool shade was left way back,
Back down the road.
I left it for
And an undiluted sky.
This bridge leads
Me on, with heat emitted:
Waves off of glass and hot rubber.
And seed the wind with gold dust:
Vanishing off into the landscape,
Swirling with something that isn’t quite color.
And the world drawn into
I cannot see the end of this.
On my sides the grasses bristle with bronze points
For what do I walk this gantlet
Of rasping sounds?
What is there at the end to speak of?
Nevertheless, I follow the tracks
Of that bullet train
Suspended in the sky… Who knows?
If I keep going this way, I think I may really get somewhere, I will
Find it, whatever it is:
That vanishing point,
That pebble, the door in the wall.