“Choo choo!” calls the midday train
As it puffs across the tracks and
Slows down as it nears the station platform
Passengers step on and off –
The train refills with
And unfulfilled wishes
Which it gathers up and uses
As fuel for its diesel engine,
– Melting – separating – transforming –
Everything into liquid form.
Burning up desires, always moving forwards
Into the future
On the same damned route that has always been taken;
Back and forth from station to station.
Occasionally, something will escape
The glimmer of a discarded thought
A flitting dream
Seeping into a semi-conscious mind
Creating substance anew.