Starry night

Nothing 

I want nothing inside me

But thoughts

Passing through 

At the speed of light

While they slept

Lacking any pressing appointments

--Maybe a sun to explode 

Maybe a system to reset 

One of these trillenias--

And Having set down the curses

Of creation

On some distant planet

They must have left it all

To rest the fall

And winter 

Away

What surprises when they rise

And find their monsters and their men

And find the pride of their dreams

Come to life in the dreams of ant-worth wanderers

These magnifisenses may not be

 the trees and mountains of their reverie

But lacking any pressing portraits

They are yet made

And the world is yet made

While they slept the fall

And winter

Away

Straight load

Thank you for the train

Though it hauls nothing but naked stems

And the trails of human wanderings

And the scent of stripped bark

The rail cleans crisp

And the lumbering loads move on

The trail burns cold

Orange, like the blood

Of a little city at night

Though I can't condone 

The creature contempt to kill for comfort

I Thank you for the trails