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Some call it the Nexus,
\nothers call it the Void,
\nbut for us it’s simply the Transfer Station.
\nIt’s the one place in the Universe
\nwhere all the garbage gathers,
\nthe light and the dark,
\nthe material and immaterial,
\nthe cast off and the cast out,
\nthe aimless bits of solar wind-blown debris
\nand lost souls hoping to catch a glimpse
\nof the infinite, before the refrigerator door closes
\nand the light goes out.<\/p>\n
But just because the light goes out
\ndoesn’t mean one ceases to exist\u00e2\u20ac\u201dto the contrary.
\nThe Transfer Station takes matter,
\nwhether it matters or not,
\nand transforms it into something new:
\na planet, a star, an automobile.
\nThere’s no rhyme or reason,
\nonly the perpetuation of what was
\ninto what will become.
\nA galaxy, a refrigerator, an infant child\u00e2\u20ac\u201d
\nthe list goes on, both past and future.
\nNo one can possibly know the outcome
\nof such a random afterthought.<\/p>\n
But you can’t accept that can you?
\nOf all creations you are the only ones
\nwho question your station in life.
\nBut then maybe that is your gift,
\nand why you will continue to wash up
\non our cluttered shore,
\nbruised and battered yet not defeated,
\nresisting the inevitable
\neven when you know the inevitable must be;
\nclinging the way a dying star shakes its fists,
\ndisplaying the brilliance of its anger
\nacross the blackboard of the cosmos.<\/p>\n
But judge not the intent or purpose
\nlest we be judged on the purpose of our intent.
\nDon’t bother looking that one up,
\nyou won’t find it.
\nJust know that we here at the Transfer Station,
\nwhere nothing is ever wasted
\nand nothing ever is a waste,
\ntake a special pleasure in taking you in
\nand turning you out,
\nmaking your transition
\nas meaningful as possible,
\nknowing you will never admire us
\nthe way we have come to admire you.<\/p>\n
Some call it the Nexus, others call it the Void, but for us it’s simply the Transfer Station. It’s the one place in the Universe where all the garbage gathers, the light and the dark, the material and immaterial, the cast off and the cast out, the aimless bits of solar wind-blown debris and lost […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[17],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1676","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1676","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1676"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1676\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1682,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1676\/revisions\/1682"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1676"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1676"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1676"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}