The train leaves exactly each midnight
Never returning to the outbound track
Yet, completing the daily cycle - there and back.
And thus, satisfying the exacting schedule’s finite.
Linear reason an obliquity of time.
While at each destination and arrival stop
Memories wait to jump on or drop
Off the eccentric dimensions – cars filled without rhyme.
Whether travelers ride along to destiny’s byway
Is never a certainty until each ticket is taken.
And, whom is left at the platform; forsaken -
Is apparent to only those holding on to a shared betray.
A lone whistle’s call pierces thru veils of stillness
As time bends and folds across the spectrum’s light
Exposing expectation and reality to free flight.
The station’s twelve clocks strike time - to oneness.
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