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Train Ride

by Rob Littler

A cold grey dawn
before full birth of day,
when lights signal hearts
a fire with momentum—
their burning is the Fire Sermon
in their eyes, as if of
its own making…
noses of buildings push toward the sky
ever increasing their truth
that someone had a desire to build more.

I awaken to a city in the shadow
of the horizon—the magical time,
when night passes
away
into

then
becomes
the wakened day,
giving way to the forced sincerity
light brings. Apologies becoming
hello. Insincerity removed as distortion.

01/08/2012

Posted on 01/08/2012
Copyright © 2024 Rob Littler

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