The train of thought
my tickets of insight
a quiet of the sleepers
the tranquility of this nothing
Then the carriage breaks out
I sit inside a chaos, we commuters
right alongside a somewhat crazy
Absolute Disaster who is interested in his own opinion
I experience true peace
Not apart, nor together
Signals are red but each thing will change
At the Junctions of Epiphany
Les Wicks
2019
reblogged via Retreats from Oblivion.com
The Journal of Noircon
Dan Gozee
1953
https://retreatsfromoblivion.com/2019/02/14/at-the-junctions-of-epiphany-by-les-wicks/
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