Black Folder
Transportation
Mundane repeated journeys,
Mysterious but dull,
Leaden the heart,
Glaze the eye
And scrape the soul.
Images and others,
The distraction of transit,
Grope us
But leave our course unaltered,
Conceded to the omnibus
Pending termination
And ejection to a peal
Pre-determined, apt and chosen;
Unimagined, strange and real.
Unimagined, strange and real
Is the wilderness abounding
When freedom aids
A chance to pave
Imagination's founding.
Transportation,
The conforming of wishes,
Awaits us
But only briefly tempts,
Cajoles our cagy wont,
Precludes determination
And election to depose
Pre-existing cares and dreams;
The freedom to suppose.
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