JOURNEY
By jeff best
Tue, 28 Sep 2004
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JOURNEY
The machine sucks in my ticket
To spit it out.
The barrier snaps behind me.
I am outside the outside where you are,
Inside the inside
Away from you.
Carried down on folding steps
Onto the platform
As the thundering beast arrives
To swallow me up
And transport me away.
Each thundering mile
Each station stop
Each slide of the doors
Takes me further from my start
And closer home to you.
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