To the end; To the beginning

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In the darkness
I hear the wind
I hear the chimes
I see a sliver of light

Everything is quiet when I step outside
And everything is still
But I hear it; the horn
I see it: the smoke
I feel it; the soft vibrations
Of a train

I’m suddenly in a hurry, and everything moves with me
In rocky succession
As I barrel through my home; my world
I try to take my mountains of guilt
I try to take the rivers of shame
I try to take those painful lilies 
I held on to

But they are smaller now
Like grains of sand
And slip through my fingers as I run

As I run

As I run for the train

I catch it
Right before it leaves
And I watch:
I look up at the sun, melting the snow
I look at the pond, vibrating quietly
I look at the garden, smiling

As it all passes
slowly
into the distance

I look forward
And I see–

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