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I’m riding on a speeding train, elsewhere, non-existent, in transit between cold station lights. You’re a thought, just a thought, in my head, and outside blackness is screaming past the windows. There are people here, passengers, faces meaning nothing hands eyes strange footsteps mouths speaking words collapsing here and now and all this while all this distance between us is closing in swiftly. I am here with this need for you, and I can’t hear can’t see, for me there’s only me not even me now that I am without you. When this train arrives, you’ll be there waiting, a thought in my head come alive, and true. But in this moment, I’m still riding on a speeding train, moving fast, and you’re a thought, no more, nothing more, and I’m alive, suspended, hurtling through the blackness, nowhere without you.

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