Catalyst
I love the sound of it;
whether near enough to rattle
bones or far and faint,
my ears billow as chill bumps
staccato dance down my spine.
At the lonely yawl, imagination stirs,
emotions flood, surroundings shift.
In an instant, I am transported
into an unknown zone.
Though we travel far above it
on silver wings
or beside it on rubber wheels,
my heart races as hot metal
glides over iron rails
and the train whistle blows.
It speaks to my deepest longings.
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