Underpath, tunnels, flags, <br />Ambulance to steers <br />Fly eighthundred miles <br />Drive eighthundred miles <br />Highway, non-stop, go <br />Carrying persiflage <br /> <br />At high speed <br />At saga eighthundred miles <br />Passing ahead <br />Negotiate at first station <br />Carrying at the highway (negative gesture; defeat) <br /> <br />It let them, all two in a tiny way <br />Under the tower, where we're <br />Passing ahead <br /> <br />From every crater <br />Too late afternoons <br />Travellers <br /> <br />To surrender now means to pay the ogre twice <br />Which I'd distinguish to lift from extensive border <br />It's done on way <br />It's just crisped fingers carrying <br /> <br />To return a world, which is each nan's work <br />Which approaches slowly <br />Sixtysix gears - Pull the brakes <br />It attempts in <br /> <br />Rt. <br /> <br />Lay-by, burger-bar - help the waitress to a coin – a milkshake, then pinball <br />Resting places, snacksharing; bavardage and the doors burn in their brain <br /> <br />Suddenly, there was frenzy <br />Flat traffic glasses <br />I am urged to kiss <br /> <br />Rt. <br /> <br />Be precariuos, when we drive <br />Be precariuos, we can dissapoint <br />The world, that carries to be, that carries <br />A second finish<br /><br />Pierre Rausch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/migration-governemental-traffic-agencies/
