Back to the Future

The third time now.
Flying eastward
Into the accelerating dawns of jet-black night.
Port to smooth the rejuvenated muscles of creation.
While absent anticipation
Thrills through a fog of half-remembered dreams.
I hear your echoes in the endless void.
And my heart pounds at the ideas you awaken in me.

Seoul-New York
16 November 2010

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