I'm chained to Chevrolets, rusted trucks,
Are the trees and the interstates
And you ask day after day what
and we—so focused on the shallow
What if your body evacuated
is inundation. And you ask
on the spider behind your shades
once it reveals itself leg by leg—
Flat Tire: We take elements from the land and form them into man's image and purpose, violently use them, then toss them back and leave it up to nature to re-assimilate. That tossing off is as much a physical pollution as it is psychological—we believe loss is our birthright and gives us reason to go on creating and managing existence in order to make up for the lack we cause. We value nature's loss because it gives us the artificial dominance of nostalgia—that's why we give our cars animalistic names.
Compatible: I wrote a paper recently on irony as necessary for the sublime, and the sublime necessary for transcendence. Humans have a unique capacity to hold two opposites together simultaneously in the mind (if however briefly), and allow that repulsion to become an intense attraction propelling ideas and emotions infinitely further. The result can be faith, realization of love, the end of writer's block, or a scientific breakthrough. My epiphany of sublime transcendence came when my girlfriend couldn't kill a spider.