A solemn prayer. Slalom through freeway columns like a racing drone with no speed limit. Which way are we going? Followers have their footing on vibes’ piling, but are shook from seismic clinks like dinner plates. Brakes on breaks. State by state legislatures instate plant-based. Everyone is slowing down. What’s wrong? Apples can’t save. Polish it on your shirt. They say extended use won’t hurt. Magic in plentiful mushrooms are not the sent messiah. What’s the foundation? Who else but the Rock? Retrofit within a right spirit. A righteousness not recharged like clean vehicles.

During these hours avoid the enemies line of sighting. Night lights go on and off with degrees of intensity ranging from harsh to soft. Shapely edges highlight a pledge of allegiance. To get around here there’s a lot of wear and tear. Our home is above here. Fill up to be emptied.  The price keeps increasing. O servant King, the one we do not anticipate meeting, invites us into eternal offering by being adopted with the brightest being. Bring me out from underneath, unceasingly sing the chorus holy times three. Scuff marks won’t let us lose sight of your love.

A light unto my path. Crossing lines where it’s dark and rough. Live here long enough to realize it’s tough. The locusts have eaten too much. Do the math. On the shoulder thoughts keep checking the same folders as the stubble could ignite an inferno. Douse the darkness with the floodlight. The writing on the walls is covered up just as it is in the town hall. Written words are measured like tides, mountain peaks fall into surging seas. Abide in me, and I in you. The truth appeared what does he hide as the headlight? Here lies the ultimate […]

Icing lines for the lanes underneath the colossal geometric shapes are construction workers baking cakes. They’re set into place. They won’t move, but these form factors are moving. It’s time to take a break. Safety signs are lit like candles. Sticks in the earth. Turn in the apex of the corner. Don’t tip over. Don’t blow out the vandals’ decorations who approach wide. They run wide.

Guard rail keep me from the travails as the population travels. The sheets of transparencies you slide over my life are invisible. Write upon them with your life and light like the reflectors I’ve passed over for miles and miles. Vile tendencies multiply in the darkness, but my utter dependency upon the way came by multiple visitations. The Holy Spirit indwelled like a deposit of love when I first believed in Jesus resurrection from the dead. My Heavenly Father broke the curse with cascading gifts like a package of nutter butters. Guard rail kept me from certain death along the […]

Around the clock. The blocks are interlocked. Ride around modified or completely stock. 2 Cars Per Green. Some people can’t read. Somehow everyone fits in the synchronized city signed by rolling stops.

Pass the gum. Smooth. Chew ice extra long. Alcoholic fumes. Zoom. Empty lanes on the interchange around Elysian stadium. Exchange death for life at the interchange. Grey backdrop elevation. Ghostly skin of the Eucalyptus at Midnight like the skin of a Beluga whale. Increasing laps show the light on the lapse’s creases. Emerge from the merging of bygone eras inherit the elegant curves and keep the freeway.

Seventy-three in a fifty-five. On speed all night. Exit the freeways at twenty-five. Meeting the silent need comes to a complete stop at the human toll. Metal waves course through concrete structures smooth. Follow directions until completely spread out. Pavement becomes placid as these and those are sound asleep in rooms.

The argyle pattern of diamond signs are composed up the freeway ramp and above the colossal concrete overlay. Light targets dark and objectifies shadows. Everyone has passed through. No one is here to stay. Lap by lap rubber shoes are worn down by road contact. A bright brake light blasts the retainer wall, coloring the frame. The transportation of divine persuasion is a click away.

Run the streets overnight. Leave them empty even though they’re full of lights, shadows and signs. It’s from all these angles I’ve come to believe. Read the markings of reflective divinity as a spec on the lower deck merging in sonship with the upper deck. It takes just a sec to confess who you both are and receive a part in his story. There’s no lip-sync when it happens. When you behold his glory.