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)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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