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Night Train Circa 1904

The wind howls through icy rafters in the night station
Rimy snow demons whipped into being
     twisting through the undulating masses
They know I can see them and that bothers them

The high banshee scream of the steel and steam Behemoth
Sonic lighting
Galvanizing the thousands
Prompting the unwilling into whispered good-byes

Forgotten in the bedlam of the moment
I open a crack in the World and step on board
Drinking in the warm, honey hued light in the car
The man smiling in the glit framed ebon window is me

© Bill Burns, Millennium Artist, Anon magazine