When in the troughs of light slinking through the
trees, I am lulled into a sense that this could go on forever.
The highway and its unending flow of cars
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 that keep me.
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