They took a spin in Fuller's car:
Astronomy by highway jaunt
To guide West-going youth.
The world, the plain, the road rolls back
At seven hundred miles per hour.
Aboard the sunward speeding Ford
They see if they can feel the truth.
They gun the motor, fix the sun
Which steadily denies their sight.
If dusk descends, the sun does not:
Begone "sunset", benighted word.
THE FULLER MAP
© Paul Taylor 2001