They left us unattended and once again we returned to the machine.
Ascendancy from the hostile avenues,
It was always autumn in my mind.

The cloud that we sat in baked our judgment into cakes of hazed perception.
The inscriptions on the cassette tapes occasionally reminded us that there was once a foundation to our dreams.

We were united in our wretchedness when you agreed to drive me to nowhere.

It could have been bleak.

I would hold your hand briefly as ghosts of previous existence threatened to push themselves into this scape of unreal. You would make me talk in our natural language, leak my mind onto the dashboard and then wipe it away with our foregone conclusion.

Four wheels faded into two,

I had no choice but to cling to you.

Blistering composition,

Complacency had no part to play with these wheels.

Our road to nowhere had abdicated its appeal, .
We let slide and it numbed our wings and for an instant we longed for material things.

Ten seconds of perfect tears, A wasted knot of hardened years,
They led us to nowhere, a shade of gray,
I'm mobile in nowhere so its nowhere I'll stay.

The machine was a good 15 seconds away from where you'd vanished.
I lay on my side watching your helmet perform its last dance in the road.
I cradled our design and imagined a fade out to autumn.
Winter was all I was left with.

I spoke in our natural language as ghosts of previous existence threatened to push themselves into this scape of unreal.

You kept us awake with confessions of your pipe dreams, your cough up sin for everything.

and we never called for help,
It was a foregone conclusion.