Dan ... I've been reading your ongoing series of traveling poems. Here's the imagery that's crystallizing in my mind:
Imagine four guys in a car driving cross country.
One of them is D-pend ... who's gone off the deep end ... and who, in the depths of his delirium begins to ramble on, incessantly, about the metaphoric meaning of everything from asphalt to automobiles, rear-view mirrors to roof-racks.
Sooner or later, as was inevitable, he utters the word "void," pushing everyone over the edge.
The car squeals to a stop and they throw him into the trunk, bound and gagged. They un-gag him every 200 miles for a drink of water ... then re-gag him and continue.
Quill