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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
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