exceptionality

beautiful, ludicrous
afterlives

merciless continuations
of loops and cycles
and meaningless bullshit
like derailed trains.

- - -

trains are beautiful.
inside them, behind them,
in front of them, beneath them...
so many ways to die

- - -

bleeding thoughts
coagulating on the track.
self-bound,
impatiently waiting
for the certain, unforeseen doom.

don't dare
to try
to save them.

they're doing that
themselves.
as one.

alone.