September 14th, 2011



A speeding train
On a bullet track
Too fast to react forward
Too fast to change anything looking back

Magnetic polar floating
Friction eradicate
Ram-jet air propulsion
Carrying highly unstable freight

One track switches Northbound
One track switches South
Betwix the randomly switching fork
Lies a cold, deep lake's mouth

No such brake to speak of
No emergency decelerator
Self-healing ablative armor activates
Ineffective if ending as a crater

At this dangerous velocity
Either turn would rip asunder
Slow-motion dance of twisted metal;
The roar of screaming thunder

I stare dumbly at the excessively complicated controls

And exist as a thousand points of lights