ALL THE WAY UP

All the way up, and up, and up
until something breaks or otherwise
reaches the limit of possibilities
or the possibility of limits...

The length of time between
the appearance of the train
at the exit of the tunnel and
arrival of the lonely whistle
is something Einstein should
have talked over with a poet...

Then it’s down, down, down
to earth... where after all is said
and done is the only place love
is likely to go best with what-
ever goes in or comes out.
It doesn’t matter which is the
exit and which is the entrance.