lost
fugitives on track
dream
the white train of Fortune
to jump up and travel to lands
promises
to drunken city
where they say clothes
Happiness
and while we wait
discover
footsteps crumbling
soles worn
nests lopsided
loves thorny
and sunflowers blind
mottled autumn
and for some reason
and wherefores
who knows when the train hurtling
glittering lights
avert our eyes
with his hands in his pockets
contemplating
illegal
fields late
of our destinies
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