panic of looking
night and day
to frost and sun
frost and sun
to smoke and fire
smoke and fire
to single cell
build and paint
to speed and weight
speed and weight
to miniature freight
flow and break
jumps wireless
opaque
and men shake hands
on invisible games
faster and faster and further away
down there, lives and land
relics of past days
sit in between shacks
piped electric and gas
and the chattering clouds
speculate charts
hopping over aeroplane paths
down by a lake
the camera shakes (the camera shakes)
the camera shakes
when he stops for the slow shot
a panic of looking at the what that we’ve got