Further? Closer? Every station
Brands me with its own mark.
Flashes of Europe and Asia
Weave into no image stark.
With the rumbling of the wheels -
Time to come and time to leave.
Just don't ask me how it feels,
Flee from this contagious grief.
Through all merriment deceitful
Through the choir of "you'll be fine" -
Croaking, soulless commitment -
Cold, metallic: "end-of-line."
21.05.09
Railway
© Copyright: Дориан Лемэль, 2009
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