From afar,
with a rush,
distance personified approaches.
Now it straightens;
And silent, long,
it reposes...
At first it slithers,
then it shivers...
Then, like sight and hearing
deserting a mortal,
distance personified
fades into the distance.
The form and sound
of distance is a lot like a train.
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