It goes on
the track goes
on the train does
not stop and

the passengers sit
experiencing, growing,
dissolving, it
stops for no-

one and no-
one can get off
at the wrong
station; destination

is the thing, the
experiencing the
carrying the
burdening the

heart singing and
sorrowing the
wheels oil the track
keep the steel clean

and the train keeps
its moving
purpose to itself
as we sit

sedate, winning, shelved
too out of it to
change seat,
repeat, start again.
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