Traintime

Along the track the wires are humming In bursts of code like far-off drums Fathering a message Further up the line Someone's shouting down the passage of time The corridor restrains the window No view without the eye (I?) within Bold upon the threshold But holding on the line Shouting down the passage of time Relatives speak on the phone on the train Talking before they have thought to explain Voices pitched wildly on tracks in the night Can't pick the pace up, oh let there be light How light becomes the soul You know yourself the centre of attention You know yourself the locus of event Sorry if it's painful Quarrying the lime, stage centre Shouting down the passage of time The corridor retains its shadows its secrets compartmentalised damping down on ambience damp the teeth and grind shouting down the passage of time! What's there to see or make clear What's there to know when the voice is right here What's there to promise or vow What's to believe when the time is right now Relatives speak on the phone on the train Talking before they have thought to refrain Voices projecting, spears in mid-flight Frozen forever, oh let there be light!!