between the electric lights flashing,
only to reveale another aftermath tale
when heading out for the domino crap shoot ocean
where the only survivors are Badlands truckers
searching for maximum weighted cargo
to satisfy highway scale wardens
posted out there inside bonefish horizons
beyond country tides blasting
beyond frontiers that really matter
there’s anyplace left to go
after quitting this place filled with brave trees,
after quitting this place reinventing my shadow,
breathing in the forest life
put her in reverse even once
though you think you’ve found the way out,
it’s a long time away that got me here,
(deep inside this Arctic Northcountry
this perfect green winding trail
carrying us all back to our solitary destinies)