Grand Central Station
Blue steel walls of metal perfection. Through gothic arches, we pass peeking at miniature lights. Handles like silver birds. I wish I were an engineer. The music, music mad, mad music of wires trapped within wires leak through membranes fuse the heart and brain. Copper edges prick my arms, legs an electric voodoo doll. Waltz on the third rail. Howl you tired dog on all soul’s night. Let us create a dirge. Let the sun pour, merge through this narrowed darkened walls.