Down the Infinity Track

Just a little shy of the

Mountain-naked witch hour

She comes, full pelt,

Throttles locked wide open

As never before: headin’

For the tunnel that


Runnin’ hard,

Runnin’ long

Between sky-guy poles,

Screaming Satan’s-geyser steam stream,

Trailin’ a rope of blacker-than-moonshade

Spark riveted, nightblood smoke.

Followin’ a hole drilled by Cyclops-eye lantern

Bolted on high and black front stack.

The one-way, bound for Glory Roads,

Heavy-haul, mother-monster loco

Pounds down the infinity track,

Steel elbows rhythm-greased,

On the strings of music

Birthed in the wires.

Some souls headin’ for Perdition,

Some with tickets for Paradise.

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