angst cycle (ii)
white the train

white
the train headlights
bright
high in the night

the track
ordains the route
the timetable
when the power

that’s me
travelling the safe
taking time to grasp

someone’s shaken the land down
the train is running a highway track
it’s become an antelope

frozen
i am frozen






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