When in the troughs of light slinking through the 无法停止的 //
trees, I am lulled into a sense that this could go on forever. //
The highway and its unending flow of cars 拖着我们向前,//
like a stream in spate taking everything along with it. // // //
I am shocked again into light, into the particles of screen bending //
& warping the space behind them, through the all night parking lot //
through Silone's thighs, thick with cellulite, to the billboard //
that shows a close-up of a hamburger //
as if it were a religious artifact, and I //
believe. I believe in the hamburger, in its marbled meat //
and toasted brioche, in its sweet ketchup & mustard. //
I believe in the all-night wind, //
in the cigarettes I will smoke later on the balcony. //
I believe in what Robert Musil called "the impotence of being powerful" //
and I am powerless before this power, before these things 东西;事情 that keep me.