There is something hazy in the speed

There is something hazy in the speed, On the train, the world shrinking in seconds, The untuned pastorals; deer and sheep, Tangled sunsets with vague hills incrusted. The rain drops, as woodpeckers Pecking on the window and leaving A flicking tinge in my brain. There is something vacating in the speed, A blue, yet uncolored state, un-ticking moments A puzzled mind goes numb and sunken-deep. I God and his creation forgot, in peaceful Infidelity. There is something feathery in the speed, the life I carry, the blue-ink worry I bear dispersed. The mountains, the giant moon, heavy streams are slimming, muddling.When all pass neglected. The train's clickety-clack quitenend, Awaked I my eyes after my soul had set.