The echo of a train horn
subdivides time
it syncopates rhythm
in whistles and whines
ricochets wisdom
in harmonized strides
repeated revision,
reflected, aligned,
transcribed and applied
in a minor key
sustained and suspended
playing rhythm and lead
released inhibition
relentless, resigned to
rebellious resistance,
respected, refined
a chorus of anguish
standing silent, sequestered,
severed, separate and
sentenced by fate
to shout lyrics in vain
faded by distance and
played like a game
a melody sung
through jaded existence
blasted along
with earnest insistence
cast in a flash
then lost in an instant
Published by sonny d.c.
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