Is flown about
Over rivers of gravel and concrete
Violently shaken by the wind
And the machine
The vehicle's purpose always
Drawn up without regard
To its fragile existence
And behind the clouds
The sun waits patiently
For the unveiling that is death
The motion ends
Pit stop or refuel or destination
And a careless foot
De-roots the thing
The fall and shatter
Are no testimony
To sun or wind or gravel
The foot no testimony
To God or man or Devil
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