The Roads the roads a tragedy They roll in at dawn, past steel and construction sites. Do I understand why the roads were ever built at all. So the avenues uncoil, and the mountains rise up against the stolid earth. Bridges shake dry the sea, songbirds edge forth to revive the living and dead.
Day breaks like the shattering of good fortune.
No push, no crawl, no steady walk towards life no clash with gravity on the way down.