Grand CentralA Poem by riskrappermarking the 100th Anniversary of Grand Central Stationa worldwide metaphysical interconnection hub of modernity’s magnificent metropolis prime mover of empowered citizenry
eye of a Mid-Atlantic megalopolis bridging an expanse from Boston to DC trajectories of an Acela Express accelerates time, coheres a region magnetic compass axis gyroscopic core
web of iron rails touches all transcontinental cardinal ordinates my constitution of chiseled granite blocks manifests steadfast immutability opulent terminus of marbled underground railways subconscious portals to inter-borough worlds the Zodiac streaks across my painted heavens splashing aspirational mosaics of bold citizens onto universal canvasses my exhalations burst galaxies, birthing constellations promising potentialities of plenteous abundance as a right of all global citizens transit vehicle for mobilized classes of fully enfranchised republicans my tendrils plunge deep into cavernous drilled bedrock firming an unshakable edifice -a new rock of ages- rails splay out to the horizons farthest corners northern stars, southern crosses nearest points on a sextants reckon I am the iron spine of the globes anointed isle I co-join Harlem and Wall Street as beloved fraternal twins commerce, communication and culture is the electricity surging through my veins the worlds towering Babel rises from my foundations the plethora of tongues all well understood I open the gateways of knowledge guarded by vigilant library lions route students and scholars to the worlds most pronounced public schools beatific Beaux Art is boldly scrawled on my walls in dark hued blues sung in gaudy graffito notes swanky patrons sip martinis, nosh bagels with a smear and suck down shucked lemoned squirted oysters reason, discovery and discourse dance with violence and discordant dissonance within my bowels I am the road to work, a pathway to a career and the ride to a Connecticut home sweet home my gargoyles and statuary laugh at pessimistic naysayers I am the station for centurions, bold charioteers homeless nomads and restive masses I stir a nation of neighborhoods into a brilliant pot of roiling roux beams of enlightenment stream through colossal windows today's epiphanies of the fantastic actualize resplendent zeitgeists sipping coffee in my cafe's the full technicolor palette of humanity is revealed civilizations history is etched forever upon the mind eight million stories of the naked city is bared as splendorous tragedy it's comic march of carnal being exalted a million clattering feet scurry across marblized floors polishing the provenance burnishing a patina exuding golden footprints
I am 100 years young and thousand years away from the crash of a demolition ball
Doric Columns and elegant archways coronate commuters each day with a new revelation of a democratic vista I am the grand central my spirit flows as one with the mass in the vibrant heart of our throbbing city Music Selection: Leonard Bernstein, On the Town To mark the 100th Anniversary of Grand Central Station Oakland 2/8/13 © 2013 riskrapperReviews
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Added on February 18, 2013Last Updated on March 12, 2013 Tags: New York City, Grand Central Station, democracy, architecture, United States Author
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