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Night Train

Faces dart by

    eyes blank, not seeing

    smiles flash, not feeling

    hands extend, not knowing

            --minds void and never growing...


Crowds hurrying

    clocks ticking, wheels turning

    legs churning, always rushing

    origin: nowhere; destination: elsewhere

            --just riding the train to limbo


                                      January 13, 1975

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