Rectilinear Madness & Meteor Showers

I sit deep in cut forest night waiting for shooting stars By straight edged highway well maintained.

Encapsulated folk with and without cheer roar Penetrating night in powerful machines on journeys Seeming unaware of their screaming blinding penetration.

The sound of creek…

water finding gravity's way…

At first imperceptibly changes…

Before the roaring crescendo of terror Vehicular Doppler's 65 mile per hour sound swath Blasts through beauty screened forest's edge.

Six thousand visible stars and the meteor's trail Embedded in Milky Way streamed galactic haze.

The beginning of the interruption comes slowly in soft glow Technological progress obliterating heaven's light Striking blindness …

animal terror across the primordial forest Fur stands up on my head.