I can hear the train
whistling
in the near distance
(as it dashes by)
signaling only to the moon.
It passes fast,
as does life.
Gliding smoothly on its tracks
passing much
stopping some.
Elegant and strong,
but so easily derailed
so easily disturbed
by disaster,
by death.
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