#178 (symphony of speed)

raindrops running

a race on the scratched window

between places

I’d become a wire

live electricity coursing

through my fibres

my nerves ablaze

grey clouds mirrored

on the paper

I’m writing on

blended into

a symphony of speed

hills and valleys

appearing and fading

background becomes

the centre of my attention

thoughts sliding in and out

of time

like the blinds sliding down

one droplet won the race

and plunged into the ground

trickling into the tracks

like the memory of a train ride

was seeping into my mind

7th August 2017
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