train
memory
there
was a deep sculpted cutting
in the train's terrain
brick stone tunnel rough
rick racket dark
the smell of diesel
the doubled night wriggled through
the long carriage
back
in the starlight
jostling over the bridge
to the edge
to the edge
to
the edge
a beginning
no curtains on the windows to hid the dawn
we've
come so far
to get behind
to get behind
I don't know where we're going she
sat at the edge of the carriage
I thought she smiled
and I thought I'll
remember this
as nostalgia
as nostalgia
as nostalgia
as nostalgia
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