Looking out the window,

but my vision’s blurred

pasts, presents, futures

a train is chugging fast

winding up in summer haze

followed by my eyes

followed by my thoughts…


Looking in the mirror,

seeing thing cannot be seen

mist has covered all the green

Taste nor sweet nor bitter.

Just unknown face

Eyes, confused, blinking.

Who’s that?


Going back to the window

a door to murky world

The train is gone…

Again… pasts, presents, futures

start rolling down the hills

Who am I? What’s time?


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