how do i make my peace in autoworld, because
i must, make a space of peace that moves, that does not go
soporific and blunt, nor incendiary, in the violence
of autoworld. if i use that term too often, it's because i am one non-machine in tens of thousands
of autopilots in autoworld, and i want to be vigilant, and i want to not go to sleep and death
in autoworld. let me die on terra firma, and not die on terror. i just imagined crawling off the street to reach a tree for my last embrace.

i'm not stupid
and i am ridiculous
and this is the fractured saga
of a frail and ridiculous boy who
rides and walks the three hundred sixty five suns
and starts again every day growing old and fierce for some clear and simple freedom
knowing he will die on the way.