rolling highways of aging steel spikes of steel arching upwards stretching from here to wherever even possibly infinity remnants of a life discarded frantically clinging to rusted spikes as the blustery wind plucks and rips desperately trying to set them free these cast aside fragments finally break free to fly but only to be caught by yet another highway of steel which proceeds to agonisingly shred, rip, tear more of its life away right down to the marrow
