6631. MANKIND'S METAMORPHOSIS

MANKIND'S 

METAMORPHOSIS

These railroad tracks are spiked through my brain,

taking structure from only the lay of the land. I can

see with my eyes where they rise and they fall.

These simplest of steel ride with all. 

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How far away, then, can my deliverance be?

I may walk with the best of them, or I might fly;

I can wander aimlessly until something arises, or

get myself to the very next depot all right.

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I do want to change : into  -  not a butterfly, but

just a butterfly's wing. I do want to alter the pace

of my walking days  -  ambulate to circulate and

then to come back home again. Home, train, home.

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Let me ride these rails of mind as I alternate my

shapes  :  meta-morphing into all that I would

ever be. And all that I would imagine, and

all that I can see. I am better, for that.