Hearing the music–
does it mean your
surroundings are secure?
The train tunnel is long
welcomes me with its dark passages.
Eulogies caught on the quick
cold current
I forgot where I was headed,
sneaking closer was
the orange and white that lost ones contemplate.
Don’t give up
Don’t give up
Don’t give up
What’s on the other side
of panic and that desperate
Returning to the same notions
of security;
what can be safer
than sleeping with
the sun on your skin
magnified thru hot glass and
taking the short path across
winter skies?