I hunt echoes and intimations in this namesake place
Of maybes and might have beens
In bricked and mortared past
In the curiosities of the consigned
Remnants of revenants reverberate
In my imagined mystery I bend rules
Explorers plant no flags of conquest
Mapmakers erase artificial borders
Ditching nation state madness for universal rights for all
I hunt echoes and intimations of alternate realities
Where wonders are invented daily
By wild eyed inventors who live in towers
I look for a world where art is valued more than commerce
Where assimilation is a word not found in any dictionary
Where style and grace matter more than brute strength
And in this quest I briefly hear
The last fading notes of a steam whistle pulling away
David Trudel © 2013
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