I was struck repeatedly by how enjoyable
your thought is, not only on general grounds
of use and interest, but just its sheer
characteristic quality. How yours
it is. What a well-balanced
yet dashingly tilted-at-will mind
you have
for any kind
of deft stunt, all the way out
yet back to centered and sure.
Past every tangent span of track,
miles by or just a side loop or jaunt,
there's a beautifully-appointed
art deco station with tracks
leading everywhere else
you'd want. Or I'd want,
too. Which is, I suppose
the point of this ticket
I somehow always hold,
yet no one ever takes
as I climb right in
and on.
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