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Amid the tangle of the railway lines
I run,
Fast enough to not comprehend
The intonation of broken conversation
Hammering my heels
On the tracks
My toes scathed,
By visions,
Grandiose enough
To never have a chance
Till murmured thoughts,
Melt beyond,
Into a mushrooming swathe
Of luscious
Silver sooted
Blood