Carbon Moment


The carbon moment
feeding the chain
a locomotive
within our brain.

Tasteless, wordless
the plumes of steam
a vapor of soma
riding our dream.

On to Edge City
over cliffs and mountains
into the valley
of eternal fountains.

A warty green man
welcomes you with a flute
as the train slow down
to take a toot.

You feel it now
underneath understanding
that you’re actually here
and not where your standing.

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