Over the undulations in my nocturnal escapade
trundles the bearer of manifold, exquisite sorrow.
Burdened by the weight of massless milliards,
- ghosts of men bound by, ungiving, the realm of opportunity no more -
whince the wheels, my skin it creepeth in earnest.
Each revolution a screw tighter, a cut deeper, a tooth grinder.
Angst plummets the fathomless; no hint of return this side of abeyance.
l must observe this short procession in its steady tribute;
sprinkling the embers of death confetti, blackened, ashened.
No rekindling for these tired remnants;
kissed by Misfortune, the breeze that hounds softly this Truck of Fail.