Disconnect.  
Dis-conn-e-c-t.  
Freeway driving at night, 
70, 75, 80, 79, 
layered blurs, 
towering grey, 
smooth relaxed hunk of metal and oil 
hurtling across the surface of the earth.  
Nothing quite inspires that veil
--that veil that slides across my mind and hints to me 
that what I'm seeing 
is not real--
like freeway driving at night.  

Is 
not 
real.

Dangerous ground