The train is on time
on tracks, on days
up nights
Friction, sparks
little starlight
on the horizontal
ladder
connections
from here to there
To where?
On the cold ticket
printed defined
destinations
Liar
Deranged train
Grabbing the tracks
tricking hearts
with the warmth you
produce
but your essence is
cold metal
lethal
Captive in your sits
the passengers
glued stiffs
smiles,
sniffs
so many ifs…
Cringe your silver
teeth
moving skiff
Let me out
Set me free
Stop rushing me
there
Open Sesame!
Untied hair
The golden treasure:
just dust
a day
thin air
from within the
fountain
new words
as poetry pours
from every pore
in flair gush
and no more
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