"Tell me a story," he says.
As the sun does rise.
So I pick up my camera.
Through deserted Metropolis.
Of cathedrals of glass.
And Ivory Towers for Galilleo.
"Life's an essay," I say.
Suffused with the random.
Summer approaches.
And fog subsides.
From San Fran.
To hemisphere's Southern.
Closer.
Closer.
As time ticks by....
# transmission ends #
