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A point in time.

A moment in space.

A sacred geometric rite:

It's line up time.

The train meets the wires.

And the pylons stack in single file.

A fleeting collision.

But we will catch it again.

Come home time.

Blink and all will be chaos.

Planets will spin out of orbit.

And out of the sky.

So behold the holy conjunction.

How it pulls us beyond.

A lateral line of Form and flight.

A fugitive dreamtime.

A space of vanishing.

Itís line up time.

Schoolís out.

For summer. Forever.

It's time.

It's there.

And it catches us still.




August 2013.


© Les Roberts 2013