The skyline is two gazes long.
And I crane my neck
To take it all in,
The skyline is two gazes long.
And I bump my head
Against the windshield,
(trying to find the sun.
It runs ahead of us.
I don't know what direction that is.)
I can see you craning your neck
But momentum makes my head
Ponderous and heavy.
Planetary rotation
Is time winding down?
The light from our bodies precedes us.
I want to go to far away places.
