the skyline is two gazes long. and i crane my neck to take it all in, and bump my head against the windshield, trying to find the sun. it runs ahead of us. i don't know what direction that is.
i want to go to faraway places, but momentum makes my head ponderous and heavy. planetary rotation
is time winding down?
the light from our bodies precedes us. i can see you craning your neck.