at a certain point
i'm not sure what i'm hurrying toward
although away seems clear
goodbyes and again rotation
tracking up desinations
no tickets, no rides -- no sailing to byzantium
i am captured --
drawn by the imagination
sleepfirst and off to dreams
mysterious in form,
colorful in sense
rhythms echo trains on future tracks
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