Wednesday, March 06, 2013


Squeezing, cramped,
Lowered gazes
Nothing phases
Me anymore
Life’s a chore
And infinity jests
As it flexes
Its mighty arm
Like a charm
My gaze is steadied
And my heart readied
To battle demons
Red, blue and green ones
Seen some in purple too
An explanation
Morse code destination
Now parked at the station
Meanwhile the nation
Watches from satellite
As from the train I alight.

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