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Journey

Disembodied announcements ride the travelling's tedium

As all early attend the slate grey station platforms

A mad scramble set against the indifferent schedule

A study in contrasts, only appreciated as it ends

Also being reversed, all are sat orderly

As the journey begins

 

The cityscape idly drifts by and beyond us

And the horizon embraces all we previously knew

The autumnal clime stays static

The counties being lost to time and distance

Oblivious to near all that we pass

As the journey continues

 

And the evening air rushes to meet the train

Then turns about itself as amber sunlight daubs on through

Like the floating song of a bird held behind a cage

And the bustling crowd is back again, everyone's at their feet

As the journey ends

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