Wednesday, May 30, 2012

6:30 TRAIN

When she passes through these parts
The Iron serpent resting the ground
Violently comes to life morning becomes
A noisy Trap interrupted by her careless churn
A raging bull ranting below her
And the onlookers will tell you nothing less
They have been witnesses to their consummation
So even here the need for explanation ceases to exist
Cause by now you must know what it means
As for me I am still waiting to see her
Pass through here hopefully in my life time
And surely the next time I come here.

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