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it starts with a chug a push of steam leaning into the next chug more resolved even desperate building momentum with each turn three thoughtless words leave the station blowing spiral exhaust picking up sentences along the way passengers climb aboard destination cars riding click clack click clack lyric tracks as they squelch an urge to peer ahead for the blind belly-gripping corners hiding morbid thoughts of finding themselves somewhere in an ominous tunnel with a villain from chapter 3 but they come anyway paying good fare with cash and unbartered time reserved for such a season as this infinite itineraries through countrysides and comedies mountains and mysteries prairies and poetry highlight endless whistle stop fantasies predestined by curious minds throwing line by line hypnotic leisure into the rhythm of the wheels beauty is revealed through the picture windows of books yet in the midst of gorgeous landscapes undreamt dismantling jumps hardened steel guides in these words: *...I would have been referred to religion, the cemetery where questions of faith are answered....* the pleasant journey comes derailed on the slip switch possessed of both genius and sadness for cemeteries are only death if they are the end of the vision tombstones create blind men of brilliant skeptics when Lazarus lives the tomb is empty and the end isn't faith puts the train upright setting the switches to forever bypassing graveyards and riding to the unquenchable light.
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Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 3:55 AM UTC
The Reading Railroad
it starts with a chug a push of steam leaning into the next chug more resolved even desperate building momentum with each turn three thoughtless words leave the station blowing spiral exhaust picking up sentences along the way passengers climb aboard destination cars riding click clack click clack lyric tracks as they squelch an urge to peer ahead for the blind belly-gripping corners hiding morbid thoughts of finding themselves somewhere in an ominous tunnel with a villain from chapter 3 but they come anyway paying good fare with cash and unbartered time reserved for such a season as this infinite itineraries through countrysides and comedies mountains and mysteries prairies and poetry highlight endless whistle stop fantasies predestined by curious minds throwing line by line hypnotic leisure into the rhythm of the wheels beauty is revealed through the picture windows of books yet in the midst of gorgeous landscapes undreamt dismantling jumps hardened steel guides in these words: *...I would have been referred to religion, the cemetery where questions of faith are answered....* the pleasant journey comes derailed on the slip switch possessed of both genius and sadness for cemeteries are only death if they are the end of the vision tombstones create blind men of brilliant skeptics when Lazarus lives the tomb is empty and the end isn't faith puts the train upright setting the switches to forever bypassing graveyards and riding to the unquenchable light.
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Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 3:55 AM UTC
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