Venus flashes in the horizon
a distant torchlight,
invisible constellations
seep the sky's sonority,

the mysterious
assumes a drab
uniformity,

construction inches closer,
stale reptilian cringe...
tired gaiety of headlights
groping home,

that carefree shepherd
within, long lost
and forgotten...

what forests are those we pass,
blazing along the railway tracks,
a tree bloom of still cranes,
stream black of ******* bane,

stench of dead city rubble,
factories of rusted cast metal,
distant cotton twilight skies,
sun slide across a bunch of wires,    

passing tunnels echo
lonely platforms, frantic gecko,
looming hillside,
crackle dry wood fire,

a god barred in lock&key, 
blink glimpse of the sea 
one rush of vision,
pebble fling at frisson,

metal-crunch rhythm,
grind music sublime,
spark, grunt, grate,
we arrive, we dissipate...