The Train

I heard its metal footsteps
Thudding faster, lulling louder
Then it emerged from the barren horizon
stridently braying and spewing smoke.
It stood looming above, dwarfing me into obscurity,
This man-made beast of sable steel and brawn, of perfection 
and precision, opaque and trapping the sun’s glistening beams.
Opening its doors, the locomotive beckoned me in.
I felt its power rumble beneath my feet, 
the systolic pulsing of its eternal heart.
gazing out the window watching the cities
of blind comfort fade to distant vanishing points.
Flashing though the world like black lightning,
Immune to pelting rains, to arctic winds to human pleas 
and even when god himself ordered us to stop
He was left choking in a silhouette of black fumes.
The train is logic, on the tracks of reason,
What wondrous worlds and realms we may explore
But the destinations aren’t mine to choose.

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My muse can be unseemly and nomadic although she fancies meter and good rhyme, her diligence and output are sporadic, and some may say she’s moving past her prime. At times she’s off consorting with the sages reflecting on existence, as it were, At...

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