act, the End, this is
where we all came in. The
final Apocalypse is when
every man sees what he sees, feels what he feels, and hears what he hears.
creatures of all your dreams and nightmares are right here, right now,
solid as they ever were or ever will be, electric vitality of careening
subways faster faster faster stations flash by in a blur.
of Panic, whips screaming
crowds, as millions of faces look up at the torn sky:
THE TRACK! OFF THE TRACK!