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.