of avering

lines across the sky and down
and down the street, into the ground
or down the street and up again to scar the
starkest stars that drift among the ruddy clouds
along the listless lights that line the sidewalk
tile paths along the roadways' funnel, past the overpass
and under bridges until they meet to end in dry dirt
ditches;

the grid elapse the span of us in
every kind of conceivable quantity,
a-shed of all the unbeknownst to ride upon
the height of omniscient ghosts