in my headlamps casting dim island light in nighttime's grip
between lines from there to here
hours of a careful gaze at the edge of blackened space
alone in my deafening dome
as the markers streak on by and the signs are ignored, i tunnel through the desert night
to the entrance place and time:
brightened pinpoint in my sight, wasted city at my back
i heard the siren call deep in the nowhere of my home
ignored by all but me
its threat so obvious and scorned
thus through the dusty haze of windblown sand and fear
i rode with no refrain
straight out
far away