Chimneys and chimneys of thoughts
expel to the saturated atmosphere
tension and discomfort
that poison the factory workers with fear
to cut the flow of oneiric smoke
and interact.

Imprisoned inside the glass and metal fence,
pushing away petrous gargoyles,
the overbooked air, thick and dense,
expands as pressure rises
with too much thinking
and too little talking.

But the doors open and there's a leak
as the seats their captors release,
some of who, immersed in their abstraction,
forget that's time for the sentence to cease
while the subconscious arises.

Only when the mind gears stop and leave,
leaving emptiness in the wagons,
so does the tangible machinery
and the train rests, peacefully,
at the end of the line.