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Da'at HaDerech

Barachu Adonai Eloheinu there are moments
on the road when it becomes 
the territory. The edge lines inscribe a lurking gnosis:
A Knowledge of The Road of Good and Evil
An Understanding of path, line and arc.  A midrash
of velocity and vector.
Hallelujah!

35 45 55 Behold! Limits to speed are a myth! 
They are a false covenent!
The signs portend the Watchers,
and a tax on the Quick.  
V'tatislainu mikaf kol oyeiv v'State Patrol
v'Chayot ra-ot bDerech.

Right left right right left 
the turns in succession
The Arcs of the Covenant.
Turn into, break before, accelerate out.
The wheel slides back to center: l'merkatz.
Engine and Clutch: Rabbi and Cantor. 
Road, Word, and Wheel Detroit steel 
Miskahn Tefilat.

The throaty voiced rankin cycle sings of thee. 
pistons dance and camshafts 
chant internal combustion spirituals. 
 The wheels claw and pull and evangelize.
They convert the miles of road before 
into miles of road behind.  

Shema!

The Prophets and the Signs claim the big curve
may be taken at no more than 25.
In this point only: they lie. 
It can be taken at 60 if, and only if,
you take it a little wide.  
If your car can you can even take it at 85
but faster than that you will fishtail.
Remember:  too fast and you'll slide.

Amen.

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