To The Land of the Future

I know I've discovered a loophole

One where you're never here

One where you're never gone

The one where the train tracks go on

And on

And on

As the rain pours over

Bedraggled and baptized at the station

I've yet to feel finality in this crossing of locations

An anticipatory hand in

My hand

My hand

Ghostly fingers that still might gain form

You might be on the metal carriage

Flying on wings of coal

Or whatever trains use now

Electricity or diesel

I like to imagine black scorched

Dust

Dust

Or are you standing still

Frozen in your indecision

Hesitant to take that irrevocable step

Off the platform and into my arms

The conductor is calling

Or the loudspeaker is shrieking

Board

Board

Sure there was another train

Destined for a country without

This rain

Fated for a life of possible anythings

I cannot blame what I cannot see

So I choose the most terrifying option

To believe

To believe

And in this time that I make slow

As I slow my heart

There is never time together

There is no life apart

I've found a loophole to the breaking

One where we have no end

One where we have no start

The train is always coming

I am always running

Wheels cannot cover this distance of infinity