In the Power Station

Though the traffic cannot be driving-wise,

nor free-flow as a blessing on the highways,

the actions of courtesy becomes quite few,

and in lanes which yield no space,

crushed patience is cut short by congestion,

and there be no room for a misjudgement;

And yet I can rejoice in Autobahn,

I will take joy in its electric-beat rhythms,

And travel in the flow of its parts symphonic,

And feel that I am winged and happy,

Flying in high and empty places.