Train

There's a blind man
rolling out on the stones
that beset him

There's a deaf man
muted by his own mutterings
He can hear fine

So I stuck my thumb out
waiting for that train named
infinity to stop

It comes screaming
Roll On

Leaves falter in their
stroke downward
And the pebbles shake

I look up to the moon
and feel it tugging me

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moth
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