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PEN STATION
“Style means the right word. The rest matters little.”
—Jules Renard
Terminus,
Parole Express Line.
From the gray North
all passengers emanate.
Their unique callings to fulfill.
Anticipating perfect placement.
I, the Word Spotter,
must organize
all who disembark.
Assuring each new arrival
fulfills their maximum potential
in harmony with the others.
Travellers roll in
often already sorted.
By spirit conductor seated
to be simply released.
Assuming predestined spaces.
By Apollo assigned.
Others in disarray come.
Their puzzling together
weeks of labor requires.
Not one piece hopefully forced.
Knowing with reason they came
saves abandon from despair.
Barring seasons
when trains run empty.
Down inspirations conduit
they anxiously course.
Dreams conjuring beauty, love
understanding, pain assuaged.
—Jules Renard
Terminus,
Parole Express Line.
From the gray North
all passengers emanate.
Their unique callings to fulfill.
Anticipating perfect placement.
I, the Word Spotter,
must organize
all who disembark.
Assuring each new arrival
fulfills their maximum potential
in harmony with the others.
Travellers roll in
often already sorted.
By spirit conductor seated
to be simply released.
Assuming predestined spaces.
By Apollo assigned.
Others in disarray come.
Their puzzling together
weeks of labor requires.
Not one piece hopefully forced.
Knowing with reason they came
saves abandon from despair.
Barring seasons
when trains run empty.
Down inspirations conduit
they anxiously course.
Dreams conjuring beauty, love
understanding, pain assuaged.
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