speed

some things are
*permissible*
for the mongrel,
others aren't.
i can be shaken
altered and augmented
by power greater than mine
by speed that laughs
at my feeble grasp.
i need not look
to men nor angels
to drug nor drink,
there's no answer within
but to get without
and slice the air
head down
heart still
hands ready
eyes sharp.
there's only me
and the road
and this thing
screaming and pulsing
between my legs
trying like the devil
to escape me,
unaware
that without my volition

there is no power
there is no peril
there is no purity

there's only mute potential.