The speed of the train pulls
the weight out of the world
before my eyes, shapeless stripes
draw unscientifically the formula
of Einstein on the windows
Sometimes there is a short view of
what it is, when you stand still
Then you can see
what it is, something temporary
in its puzzling flight
of apparent illusions
Everything exists
not knowing how
A sublime intrigue, a view from a train perhaps. Kudos! Also plz do read and comment my newest poem too titled, 'squash the hate hate bug'