Wednesday, March 15, 2006

a song of political unimportance

in the era of the soundless locomotive
our glass inspired symphonies
will dance like l
ead upon charcoal upon paper
revealing to us the very upmost s
cream of tunnel echoes

in that great era of the silent tracking
all that shouts,
the mighty seagull, trumpet and
the great dissent
will partner with the great divide
and fall with the sound of
a thousand pins dropping
leaving a trail of light
pointing to some archaic scribbling on decrepit walls.

and in the heyday of the muted narrow forging
our banners will strike,
unknowingly, a current, a solid silencing of
the sky
and like glass upon water
the clouds will be framed
for righteous use.


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