The Night Train

Train of thought, train of transmission, train of envy love and fear. Cold dark glittering light fluttering off the tops of their heads, like liquid crystals dropping from a cave ceiling. Flick, draw your breath,close our eyes, feel the rush. Your head spins off in different directions, trying to gather a single focus on the images in your mind. Always slipping from that single thought. You are back! Open your eyes, it seems as if time stood still while you transferred across frequencies. Back to where you left your feet, hard ruff concrete leaves imprints on your knees. What will become of our bodies. When our souls finally depart. You see smiles of the faces of your friends frozen, drawn away from the reality of what we are, and who we want to be.