n.i.m.b.u.s.

railroad

Music is the effervescent oil,
greasing all the mismatched
moving parts,

Literature is the mechanic,
repairing and replacing
the corroded rails
that lie ahead,

and Life - the monstrous
and unstoppable train,
chuffing scalding clouds of steam,
propelling itself towards the horizon,

somewhere in the unseen distance,
lies the pit where every railroad meets,

-- a million trains fly into the sky,
colliding, twisting, screeching,
wrapping around each other,
falling, into the dark,
dark, darkness of the pit,
full of lifeless metal carcass.

but oh, what a ride!