All night sadness drifts
Behind my eyes
Like tattered clouds across the sky
I think of reaching out -
How lovely the earth at night
My mind run away
Like a reel of old film
Across many continents,
Where horses jump through dreams
In a flash of light
And an engine weaves through darkness
On cold steel rails
And the ocean turns upon itself
Rising and falling
Like my chest in the darkness
Of an empty room.
My mind gone blank
Like the first darkened theatre
At the birth of cinema
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