I think, here we are at last overcome by distance, the distance between people, between lovers, between integrity and compromise, between the two seas, between life and death. Maybe that is why my restless ancestors strung themselves out across the land. They inhaled the horizons and still found more to see within and without them. They became addicted to leaving. Perfectly They understand America perfectly, from behind masks raking the dollars into the bag, guns trained on anyone not angrily but with the same sterile precision as a robber baron or wall street coroner.
Freedom is cruel by nature.
Just look at the highways racing away in every direction, built for leaving. And they understand escape through walls of flames and heroin hallways, and they can hear America singing on every corner in every car, the bass heart throbbing. They are laughing through lights flashing in a high speed chase with no pursuit. Perfectly is a hymn to the American Dream Deferred. The armed entrepreneurs roam the landscape confiscating wealth like we confiscated the land from Native Americans and wild animals.