I. Paper Trail

Did you ever catch the pacified eye

Of a passer-by chasing railroads?

Counting hours in the carriage of common transfixture,

The 4D picture swarms us all

Like a monologue of moving space.
How perfect

That this in-process part,
Our pause before and after start

With a stagnant, collective shift

Of stories –

As though we were pens ourselves,

Leaking in and out of place

On a paper track

Between then and who-knows.



Nothing soothes the silence of a vacant page

Like railway vibrations.



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