• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 08
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Angst (Station Song)

Someone once told me
we don’t have to move to move ahead,
that any posture is inherently a stance
(even a back-bent slouch strikes a statement),
that even not choosing is choice,
               but now tells me free will is a myth,
that the future shares track with the past
in spite of our present beliefs,
and a tornado sounds such like an oncoming train,
that when clouds or stations go green,
it’s a warning of what’s coming,
               and someone will hopefully tell me
that when a tornado
(or a train, or a future)
looks like it’s standing still,
it’s anything but—
               it’s speeding straight
               at us.