traffic beat

Jeneane calling trapped inside Atlantean traffic jam, 8 1/2 minuteshours of atomic weightiness on all sides, trucks of gravid colors jamming some parody of motion and she all longing, burning curious longing all about to get to MySpace, aolized internet, strongly yearning for what releasizes her fluently in herspace here there on cyberhighway of pulse words she asks whatwhy are we doing this and we do not have an answer she doesn't pause it is not this not that but it is something and no delay no mere pile of trucks will be brooked there will be that trick of the light that makes us this small and zooming free as nanoAlices falling free making light of what we cannot say but somehow in this lightness being becomes Jeneane at 3:51 p.m. becomes on May 2 2006 that which both thinks and is but is yet therefore seems no less thereby for Jeneaning