Loss- merging color, darkness into this widening line, this blurred frame. It holds, but the holding heavy the frame not straight. We can never touch the trusses. Consider that the car moves at an average speed. The town behind us empties out.
Trailers grid the top of the bank.
Each existence extends. We keep supposing moving depends on this. White caps, because wind. Shadows faster and less and less sun. The eyes looked with persuasion.