out here where the earth quakes
where sand falls into crevasses,
where rain manipulates
the desert salt, the red earth,
my crimson veins, this navy blood

and there are shadows down the highway
for miles,
clouds billow behind clouds,
states behind states of mind,
and we're riding like emperors,
in a caravan,
through lands we have yet to conquer,
and we're put to awe
by shards of light, solid rounds of lightning
exploding behind clouds hung thick
over desert,
and we are all observation.

illinois lets us go; westward
into the unknown,
into plains of repetition,
plains of repetition, plains of…
illinois lets us go
with little distraction and worlds behind us.

and iowa lies before us like a canvas,
blank and corny,
delivering us into nebraska;
an omnipresent symphony of repetition.

wyoming takes us in like mother
cradling, nursing, encouraging,
and we are roamers roaming; grazers grazing
somewhere far between mountains,
hurdled together
beneath storm clouds,
balancing between infinite
herds of cattle and orange construction barrels,
lost in traffic; lost in open roads
and we are all perception,

alive and on the road.

utah ushers us in
along blankets of salt
and we are all inspiration.
speechless.
and our brain cells can't capture memories fast enough,

we are caught thinking about paths
that we have yet to pave and

the thoughts begin to pine
like ink from a dying pen;
like the roads before and behind us,

the horizon up ahead is forever fading
into the future, the one behind us falls
into the past,
and we are pioneers of our own sort
lost and found forever, in motion
somewhere between,

all the fog and sunset
all the bridge and hillside
all the paramount of expectation,
still, calm, and sudden,
and california holds us,
the west coast waves to us
like a long good-bye from a forgotten friend
and evermore like a silent hello
from a long lost childhood memory,

and we spend hours alongside the coast,
in blankets of revelation,
looking back into mirrors
with smiles on our faces
realizing
how pavement carried us this far
into a feeling so much more intangible.

08/29/2005

Posted on 08/30/2005
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