I can see how other shoes
have paced the floors
how other times
have aged the tracks
I can imagine how distant sun drenched days
have paled the roofs and arcs
how distant voices and languages
have shattered against the walls
I can understand how forgotten people passing through
have with their actions changed the course of history
how forgotten traveller's dreams
have disappeared quietly through time
-yet what of that
do you, my fellow passengers, notice
when you're running towards the next
train
to leave this place behind?
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