Untitled - June 09, 2002

Hot black vulcanized rubber
hugs a slick wet surface,
grappling with unrelenting strength
as the speed increases
until all you're living for,
is the moment,
where everything moves
at the speed of sound
yet slows down
to infinite split seconds.

The exhilaration becomes
the reason for speed -
moving beyond the boundaries
into the infinite horizon of light.

Riding that thin edge
of control,
a hairs-width away
from falling
into
an endless canyon of
airlessness,
and knowing that
falling 
is just what you want.

Slipping and sliding
along black rubber,
grasping and gripping
for that elusive 
control.

The moment this race
to the finish ends,
the need driving everything
roars again,
the end and the beginning
meet once more.