Triumphant are those first moments,
The announced arrival of a train, pulling into it’s station,Carrying you onwards on a journey mandated.
With time left behind and a distilled sense of the future.
A screeching halt foreshadow moments to come, Forever frozen in the frames of the mind.
Yet the pilgrimage continues, seemingly undeterred
Glimpses of deep exhilaration can be spied in the blurred
chaosEchoes of a great sense of stillness and peace,
Rippling through the submerged universe...
Each one a master of their destiny
Yet a novice to fate
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