by Nick Quaglietta, 2019

Just as harnessed, animated locomotion
Charged leather shocks
Hearts and hooves
Measured on cobblestone
Yielded to the autobahn
Boundless, explosive propulsion

So, too, the songs of souls passed
Now ghosts in the collective consciousness
As woke spirits emerged
Blank, free, vibrating cubes
Waving to distant stars
Relativistic and unending