Relative Something

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I’m not on that train
tonight
the names have faded
through the years
but ideas they had
linger
a splotch that doesn’t decay
one that looks like a rose
looping rings
roundabout circles
dissolved crimson
sweet and warm
luscious even
triggering vague memories
of a feeling
about a time
when everything was
teeming with possibility
drifting
toward a horizon
that will never arrive

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