Shakedown Summer

And you know Spring erupting, green &amp; pure 
In a land distant as heaven, the past 
Rain dog, your piss trail erased 
Search the black storm for an on ramp 
Acid threshold to an arc unknown 
Spanning the storm, the broad ashen valley 
The ruins of youth, the dusk, the dead 
Dash headlong cross a dozen lanes 
Ceaseless stampede turning white tides for red 
Fire &amp; the highway snapping at your heels 
Run so fast you disappear 
Into the dark &amp; blinding light of your stride 
Emerge untouched on the other side 
The storm, the black valley, they want you 
Alive


x's for eyes