From the dark. Evening has come.
It is not good to sleep so long.
I opened my eyes and saw that
Night had fallen upon the carriage.
They had turned on the lights :
A soft glow from behind acetate.
Streetlamps swept their rays over
The interior walls, over the faces
Of newly embarked passengers.
A string of saliva connected the
Lapel of my jacket to my lower lip,
And below the lip a crust where
Some had dried. I wiped it away,
Gently. I could smell sleep in my
Hair, and feel my own breathing,
Soft and heavy, and the clatter
Of the train passing over the earth
Was like a meditation. I looked
About me, and then out into the
Dark beyond the window. Forms
Of houses and their dim curtains
Rose from the pools of streetlight.A prodigy of the train's interior
Was borne out into the night. Our
Pale images hung in the dark like
Ghosts. I thought about my dream.
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