Gliding around a Benician curve
locomotive slips noiseless
to the right in steady opposition
pulling my dream over me
sepia smoke billows down blonde hills
grass flames invisible to my eye
send smoke aslide over sensuous slopes
almost kissing but sadly missing
the grey ships deceptively small
stacked so long over sacrificed
mother's son's souls sealed
ghost fleet over silent ghosts
song of plastic polystyrene sung
words float in my head about
being who you wanted all the time
quiet and steady in my plastic dreams
suddenly somewhere out of nowhere
my breath is tightly gasped
eyes well and tear
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