Bahnhof

This is the crux of the situation some trains never leave the station some go blowing by unseen too fast to catch more than a gleam. The film upon the old man's eyes the death that comes as no surprise the shadow glides across the room the air is dank like from the tomb. Dimples on a baby's hand generals pouring over plans hearts that grope for something sure the comfort of a kitten's purr. The barn owl frowns and cocks his head the hearts of field mice race with dread the blue jay pumping out his call the bug that bangs against the wall. The spider sets her trap and waits cold eyes behind the prison gates. the spirit caught on earthly plane afraid to go and face his shame. I am you and you are me and life goes on eternally.