Waiting for writing-

or write while we wait.

Never simply write-

but a remarkable moment when it happens

–clenching ones hands-

writhing in the thought…

where to take it…….

Finding the train is hard to begin with; time tables, numbers, reservations…. abbrvtns-

Why do we need those damn things all the time?

Confounding the uninformed…

wonder who’s fauly that is…..

Of course- the fault never falls on you or me–

But without changing, affectinig—

there’s realization….

And boarding is the thing that matters-

you can figure out where you

belong if the train is moving-

but if your not of it

nevermind, man.

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