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the path’s a lone vector 

as you speed beneath buildings

rendered in pixels above a straight 

blue line.

you saw some straggly gums 

before you dipped into northconnex

where your map swiftly turned earth’s crust

to an oily film.

liquid shadow churns, cog-like

as you coast through the concrete sea -

if you’re not careful, you’ll lose your body

to the speed

which steals your breath and

scales your presence nearly infinite.

when the tunnel spits you out you catch

a lungful of platinum light -

notice the trees on satnav are

too plump, too spare 

to be the eucalypt forests 

humming by the road.

your eyes wander to their new leaves

curling at the sky -

110 emblazoned to the left of the screen,

you search for truth in their cycles but

draw instruction from the line.

the car fletches your body into a 

near-perfect arrow,

flattens wind’s churning choirs,

fuses scattered roofs, and

the highway conducts each exhale

like heat

until you’re a single current

extruding ever

into elsewhere.