so lowly
fog billows under
so loudly
pulls the conductor
matador
matter more
hearts like
passing windows
crack
even as
passing words
come up for air
that oxidized
train screams
through more
sleepless nights
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truenorthavenue: "In the midst of this chopping sea of civilized life, such are the clouds and storms and quicksands and thousand-and-one items to be allowed for, that a man has to live, if he would not founder and go to the bottom and not make his port at all, by dead reckoning, and he must be a great calculator indeed who succeeds. Simplify, Simplify." h.d. Thoreau
