No Way Out

The journey kindled,

hopes ablaze,

a future now unseen

 

Moments of ecstacy,

moments of grief,

lost ashes inbetween

 

Cowling on fire,

time a slow burn,

the stationmaster cries…

 

“The tracks have melted,

locomotive’s in flames

—your ticket singed and fried”

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)

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