Set on the tracks,
following a distant star
on a voyage to the beyond.
Sea after simmering sea,
spiteful morning dawn
after last remaining twilight,
we travel, veiled by the night.
Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 7:06 PM UTC
Set on the tracks,
following a distant star
on a voyage to the beyond.
Sea after simmering sea,
spiteful morning dawn
after last remaining twilight,
we travel, veiled by the night.
I IDENTIFY AS A FREIGHT TRAIN THAT HAS A STOPPING DISTANCE OF OVER A MILE. (if ur gonna quote me, use prev. statement)
No, this is not a poem about trains. Jan.9.2020
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