I stared at the wood on the train
I stared and intricate designs
Began to form on wood and pane
Geometric forms and straight lines
All began to move like clockwork
A system of sublime beauty
I see a runaway firework
A shooting star in its duty
It is all a kaleidoscope
A vivid living tapestry
I do not need a microscope
To closely see such artistry
I merge into the wood and pane
This bright gem-coloured world of mine
It is out of and in my brain
And is borne of yellow sunshine
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