the traffic is light
mere chaotic pockets
before open lanes
from here to eternity
i don’t want to follow
the highlighted map
towards the college
where a week long install
is all which awaits me
i would rather keep on
heading north until
the great crumbling
ice shelf is all i see
far from light pollution
where an entire universe
can glare down dismissively
on a fool goint nowhere
at the speed of broken verse