the tin can. there it is.... stalking the ditch at the side of the road.
the truck is broke down. but you haven't forgotten how to fly
and the open sky awaits the violence of your wings
beating against the curvature of space
cutting a hole in the up above
then descending like static charge
making waves that collapse at the heart of the Labyrinth.
staring at a tin can, lodged in the ***** of a ditch
at the side of the road.

and really getting into it.