The highway walls are no longer concrete
But tectonic strata of granite, plastic, and the gnarled remnants
Of past accidents
Stretching further into luminous strings from my endless motion
My skin is no longer flesh or steel
I’ve polymerized, extruded and lathe-cut,
Spiraling like a drill into the wall before me
Forgetful of the endless booming of heavy footsteps
Below screaming sawblade choirs
I’ve said I’ll arrive one of these days at the new Uaxuctum
When speed becomes stillness
When the road’s streaming bands all converge
To align in shimmering palatial terraces
And once all your fine vapors seep through the soil
I’ll just be watching there
I’ll be laying on the Eight Stones, cast in reinforced concrete
And my smoke will grind against them
Screeching out through kettle spouts
And my smoke will grind against them
Bellowing out through smokestacks
And my smoke will grind against them
Laughing
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