The train slices
grey morning.
It runs, cutting
up silent tunnels and windows.
Its briny dull metal
wounds our dreams.
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 7:57 PM UTC
The train slices
grey morning.
It runs, cutting
up silent tunnels and windows.
Its briny dull metal
wounds our dreams.
Written after Carl Sandburg's "Fog"
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