26 The HighWay
At the forbidden speed, I fall or maybe rise.
Apart from pictures of my life, I linger.
I took the highway between you and me -- I fly.
I am your bullet and you are my trigger.
Eleventh hour and, still, eleventh month and day,
One day till noon, and yet one month till midnight,
I voiced the highest note between the Fall and May --
It is one moment till I get its meaning...
--I am the bird you tamed to trespass on your land.
I am your watch to show your speeding hours.
I am the bullet you released to shoot yourself.
I am your highway taking word to sound.