Writing Down Stuff
I saw a train moving upwards on glass
Reflections always deemed less real
Yet when all is parallel and not there
Maybe we can swirl our fingers in 2D
I'm not ruling it out
I'm not ruling out understanding proximity
The way it drags at whatever is beneath my skin
Not anything that can be dissected
Just tell me how I passed by
How we move in directions but feel from distance
I ache sometimes
Just thinking about what it is to belong
I can't follow trains heading to the sky
Nor locate the hum that I hear
Tracks tell me something
But I don't hear it beyond being soothed
I can sleep on a journey
Did I tell you the trains go any way they want?
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2024
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