trains are often silent
i think about this,
as I keep walking from car to car
between the little doors
that serve as purpose of connection
to find an empty seat
that i do
until a girl does come along
to claim the bag in the seat there beside me
silence
in a space shared
where the scent of sour skittles
is my focus
as the mechanics of this machine
so connected
yet divided
and claims DaVinci
in this book I read
"the paradise of mathematics"
in which he found and made his own
a discovery worth the while

and so music breaks the silence
as i sit to contemplate the scenic route
all to myself
unable to avoid the mystery of thought
to my left
to stay?
i ponder where to after the destination
i do not desire
rather i sit
alongside my imagination
to picture the journey
rather
and i look out this window
to see them waving
to think if only i caught this image of paradise
as the train keeps on
i picture where it is
i am going

i'm so gone