full moon & wall-e

the objects are waiting in different places, they are patient, tonight is the same
night as my whole life, the highway is and is not empty. wall-e flickers in
yesterday’s rain. what happens to the objects when I forget to think them. wall-e
never forgets, his care is expanding, is wall-e ever full or is desire. so many
desires moving on the highway, so long I can never think its end. the moon lusts
over the highway, a searchlight, and men drive to death in disgust. but wall-e is
patient & never full, each bequeaths a corpse in disgust & he swallows it. wall-e
makes more highway, there are too many highways to hold & they flicker, so
many objects in a line towards me from their horizons. which will point to a
clearing where I can sit.