The Decline of the Real

Now is the time for all good
To orientate us until we enthuse.

The railroad goes below sea level,
The newspapers crazy paving the lateral file
Are owned
And operated

Understanding beauty
Is neither a good nor a bad idea

From the depths of the same
Come many sine waves

They are thinking about taking a year off

I suppose there are worse gigs
Than being the medium
In which light is suspended

I want that to mean something
And then it does