Tunnel along thin straits of concrete light
inlaid in gaps where night draws near to night;
discard the destination of your brief
and endless road, and let the iron leaf
drift 60 m.p.h. down asphalt streams,
until a sudden exit ramp redeems
your consciousness. Live here in hurried hours,
crossing old terrain of foreign powers,
archaic worlds where the midnight blue
contains electric stars, and cars, and you.