Leaving 30th street station
By jlacan
Wed, 15 Sep 2004
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Hum and black clatter, car
lights glistening like
beads
style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">The myth you spoke the surge of skyblotted
Strangeness of voyages, the sorrow of repetition
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Steel rails gleaming slick, diverging and
converging
In
perfect parallel, not touching
Alongside perfectly and endless, not knowing
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The dull yellow of the columns, the gray of the faces
This knife this
mirror this light this rain
My breath on your mouth whispering a name
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These houses forgotten these murders in the alleys
caul like the mouth of a child
As huge planes drift in and out of the horizon
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And the words we have spoken measure our distance
the time that has held us since
The splintered lights streaming behind us like a
wake
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