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So he dreams of breaking down between Moultrie and
Savanah,
his truck rolling down a backroad alone
between barbed wire fences breaking into cotton fields
breaking into forest turning into pasture
where shadows graze under moonlight falling into deeper
darkness,
always alone moving into the solitude of all nightmares,
becoming less and less a truck hauling freight,
becoming solvent, fluid, tires melting onto blacktop
crumbling into tar and sand, separating finally into currents
of water, becoming mist downstream, becoming fog
flowing down through absolute darkness into a pool of rising
vapor.
Excerpt from "A Trucker Breaks Down" by David Bottoms
