The earth pounds her fists
At the weight of antiquated rust
Holding hands despite the friction
Marked on - violated -
Dividing time'¦

Viewers are forced to look upon
How distant and close we are
In line - one after another -
In mockery - in vain -
Rumbling - mumbling'¦

Prisoners of its pace
We ponder life and count
Mesmerized and out of focus
Hypnotic dashes --
Some of us dare
To link on
In phantom chase'¦

A trail of history beating in rhythm
A squealing cry - memories of metal -
As Doppler effects echo to the prairies
Once an endless expansion
Now sutured with metal rods
That scorch'¦

Leading nowhere and everywhere

The temper tantrum
Infuriates silence'¦

Stopping
us
in
our
tracks

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