• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 08
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Railway Sleepers

We roam back to bask
inhabit tunnel gloam

bathe deep
in sublime green light

opened up
our backs arched from tracks

drawn into night
explored by rodent or moth

silent world away
from night’s neon pulse

probing city veins
coursing bedlam above.

Here we come to let go
engines off

belly extended
solar plexus ready

to receive rest
until morning’s first stretch

breathes life, delivers
platform chorus

to shake, wake us
free from dreams.