“An endless freight train on an endless flat.”

Dial-a-Poem, courtesy of MoMA.

MoMA! Why don’t you go with Howard Nemerov’s “The Dial Tone”?

A moment of silence first, then there it is;
But not as though it only now began
Because of my attention; rather, this:
That I began at one point on its span
Brief kinship with its endless going on

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