| Down-deep-dark in the womb of the subway station — Swaying, breathing, watching thoughts flow by On imagination's screen — and in the distance Rattle-thrum-rumble grows into roar as a train Approaches — like a tidal wave of consciousness Receding from the beach and gathering itself to crash Upon the sand — like a thundercloud, rising Higher, tighter, sparkling with electric tension — Like the network connecting all life, all mind, reflecting Glows, flashes, lighthouse-beacons of awareness — Now |
^z - 2012-02-22