Crest-ridden or disembodied,
nuanced figments belabor the hard surface.
Disbelief, instance, then predicament,
the railroad and you fixing the point
until we are certain there is nothing left that waits.
We ask questions, uncertain how to keep our eyes open.
Our engaged retinas pass forward in repetitive language.
Remember how this story repeats
and stands awaiting reflection.

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