This Nothing

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

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Dan Gozee
1953

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