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Girl on a Train

Every moment is entwined
In movement

All things are congruent

Silence
Is the profoundest

Sound

Traced in the space
Of window

Panes of thought
Wrought

In complex dimensions
Complex domains

Where shadows

Play the music of tombstones
In notes

Chimes and tomes

In outlines
Of

Shadow

Drawn over the curvature
Of the overture

Of

Her

*. *. �*

I suppose this is what happens when you go for a two hour walk over the ice and through the wind chill.

Oh... �It was certainly a chill of wind.

I walked through a cemetery (next to rail road tracks), about an hour away.

I stopped for a moment, and took mental pictures
of the moon over the branches of trees, that enmeshed me in beautiful shadows.

Such beauty.

I thought about mountain climbers who ascend to great heights,
at least in part, for the view.

And then suddenly...

The snow disappeared and a new landscape emerged...

And there was a train that passed,
and suddenly I was on the train, and there was a being on the train.

... �When I exited this "vision", I continued my walk,
sort of immersed very deep in thought.

The remainder of the walk was spent contemplating this thing.

Oh...

And I only nearly lost my footing once.

:)))

And it was very brief.

I have the balance of a mountain goat. �I don't fall. �haha.

(as a youth I could not be tackled.:)