THE DOWNTOWN POWER STATION
Like Thomas Edison in July - deaf and dumb and
stupid but sly - I ran this railroad through the woods.
It went roaming everywhere - seeking out new
efforts - ideas and inventions and uses for everything,
and all that went with them. Making light where there
was none before, throwing new shadows on old
city walls. The one mission I kept to was progress;
something never suspected nor doubted,
and that with (as well) little meaning.
-
Never stopped a daffodil from growing.
Never kept a saint from showing, or a
premise from achieving all it was meant to
achieve. This was my one idea : light from
the harbor and ocean and sea - enough light
for mankind and all else to see.
Like Thomas Edison in July - deaf and dumb and
stupid but sly - I ran this railroad through the woods.
It went roaming everywhere - seeking out new
efforts - ideas and inventions and uses for everything,
and all that went with them. Making light where there
was none before, throwing new shadows on old
city walls. The one mission I kept to was progress;
something never suspected nor doubted,
and that with (as well) little meaning.
-
Never stopped a daffodil from growing.
Never kept a saint from showing, or a
premise from achieving all it was meant to
achieve. This was my one idea : light from
the harbor and ocean and sea - enough light
for mankind and all else to see.
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