Freight Train

From tracks ill-formed and unaware
the runaway freight train
of rationality and reason
Derailed
in the force of the light beyond logic.

Boxcars full of neatly-stowed ever-burning
emotions, fears, hopes, dreams
spill onto the limitless landscape
fertilizing the soil of this old soul.

So many cars there were,
so much reckage to sift through,
such a rich field of life and love created
ready to sow and grow and sprout anew.

The mirrored eye that sees all
Watches
without concern for reckage or growth
but only for reuniting this landscape
with that from which it was never split.

That billowing light beyond logic
turns my eyes inside out
to show me the illusion of its magic
and in the wake of chaos erase all doubt.

 

 

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