Tonight, from my Capitol Hill window seat, I marvel at the metro city's shoreline length a blitzing luminary of light by night.

Startling skyline towers are stacked like coins and diverging streets court tumbling gems to the fringe. Yet uncut semi-minerals rise beneath in unlit digs.

The uncut working poor, as in mineral digs, are seeking light, the break, become free, to earn the educated freeman’s wage.