With sleepless intuition,

I have traveled along all year

Among the train of the atmosphere,

Neither a patch of dark

Or a blotch of black,

These radiant bulbs glow,

The flowing ground passing quickly

I am here,

And I have been here

Again and again, the ship revolves,

Around the everlasting globe

I’ve seen every continent and mass of land

Around again,

The grand view always pleases me

But today,

I step off this passage,

To another station

From the comfort of my roomette,

I look out the glass door

Fearless, they breach past change,

The other passengers;

So can I

Clearing the platform,

Eyes blazed a dull copper hue

And red from exposure

The sun, finally, begins to retreat:

A day I could only imagine—

Or night, I presume

Waiting at the port,

A window that escapes the edges of vision,

Shadows dance in corners,

Growing ever larger

I’ve never seen a color so smooth,

Aside from when I shut my eyes,

Saturated and enthralling

I can’t keep my mind on it

Until they roll back to where they came:

A cavern of leisure

and

A new comforting darkness