October 5, 2002

  • Night is always a dying of the light.
    And yet, we know, that the light does no where go
    Except earthround for all of us to share.


    Someday, perhaps, there will be a magnetic rail around the world
    On which a shuttling city does propel itself
    Ever westward to achieve a Helios-stasis
    And be ever brilliantly fixated under a ceaseless noonday sun.


    And in precise opposition upon a parallel track
    There will be a metropolis of the night
    Pulsing ever eastward under unending starlight
    Never again to see the light of day.


    If you come upon that someday to have the opportunity and necessity to reside in only one for the rest of your life, which ticket will you buy?


    (like both last Saturday's and Sunday's posts, this is another post-seven mile run cemetery blog)

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