the wave of vibration
crossed from
port to starboard
-quietly dissipating
in the
perfumed cabin
air

-quietly isolating
all foreign
objects

quietly stretching
out
our finer
sensibilities
and rubbing
away
the most resolute
purpose
until all
future orientations
are set as
reflections
of failing
orange
hues

we are still attempting
to move forward
even though all objects
here
are dominated by
curved surfaces
even though our
motions
are deflected at the point
of origin
even though all
inertia
is aborted
at the moment
of commitment

we attempt
to move forward
when
all forward momentum
is obsorbed
by the roar
of diesel
engines