Minuit's blog: "PaRaDoX"

Before

in the gray,

milky silence

of the morning.

before we smell the hiss of bacon

before the smog licks

 the creamed crimson sky

before we hear the scurrying simian stream

(of which we are a inexorable part)

before the pungent circles of Michelin and Firestone

have their daily chat

with the asphalt

before we wake to all this grotesque grandeur

to once again

kneel, supplicant

against the wheel

before we turn the key

to ignite the spark

to fetch the fire within,

we were with Morpheus,

perchance

dreaming of greater gods

of light,

before

the cluttered clatter of this unholy day