Train Smoke - Edvard Munch

Hill sides Sides at all Distances Perspectives skew them Maybe I'm sat here looking out Or sat within imagining out Because out is where we drift I want to be carried away But I'm the part that lingers Like the train smoke Contained so beautifully As it should be Lasting for no longer than necessary Presumed to join the clouds But caught in the trees Where I can be offset Limiting the harm I could do Should I be breathed in I leave the track To rest above the track I'll deny my existence There is no miracle here I'm the spewed poison Like everybody else But right now all is restful In this small yet vast space I'm not looking out at all Just lost in myself Like the train smoke Choking on the wonder of it Obscuring my own vision I don't belong in the carriage Nor by the shore But maybe I'll go there anyway In case I'm wrong about that