Without a Secret

The car comes speeding, runs over me, and drives on. I, without a single scratch on me, go on my way. The gutter by the bridgeless street slides my foot into the standing runoff, I, without a drop of damp on my body, go on my way. I go on my way without wishing to settle at the destination, every place on this obscure road: my destination! because I am nothing, my love! but your shadow...