Phillip Priest

January 24, 1958-Franklin
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I travel through

mile after mile of darkness.

The headlights bore a hole in the Night

that is stretched

so tight across this wide land

it breaks open the moon.

End of the line.

The train jerks,

people spill out

onto the platform.

Everyone disperses.

I walk out to the headland

to put the City of the World

behind me.

The crashing of the waves

drowns the city sounds

as sails rise on the horizon.

Upon a wide ocean,

I dream big ships.
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