this symphony –
sometimes workin in the depths
of coal mines,
is all about the capacity to see
through one’s eyes,
that all word crafters
need to fuel that sacred burnin
on the rails of life
to shine with vision.
it’s like dragline excavatin
after overburdens have long settled
in the beds of mind, heart, and soul.
it takes a strong locomotive
workin in all the terrains
of the countryside.
when it hits the plains,
it’s all about the fields.
sometimes ya just gotta get a little industrial,
so that burnin eyes
can view blue sky horizons
where puffy clouds
seem to use mountains as cushions.

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