Half past the gas stations

A vision on that dirt
Lexington, Kentucky road,
standing on barrier between
worlds
         given
         to
      descending
           imaginings
on red railings
made
   of God's metal
American metal
in and
          out of America
alone on the border
of
    ALL
EXISTence
                   I heard
followed in the
rising heavy
                  pounding sky
a tumbling chorus
imploring me
to
OPEN my EYES 
                           for
all times
             for every waking body
forever and ever
there
       is an infinite trail OUT here
that YOU must take
and never stop
never stop
never go back
wish all well
                   and cut THOSE
                                      ties
you've work to do before you
die
you've roads to cover
before you die SO
be weary
SON
you'll never
be done
            get
                 mo
                      ving.