……over the edge

I am standing in a station, worried now because I have not seen a train for some time,

wondering if the timetable means anything as the appointed time of arrival and departure of MY train are both past.

Starting to feel trapped in one of those nondescript urban sprawls that has no identity other than that offered by its railway station,

in a sort of vacuum or abyss, with a million things to do and my body to drag behind me as I force these to be completed,

floating in the chaotic mass of changes, even the decoration that has been the last 2 years.

…..and then I catch sight of gleaming metal, sliding toward me, almost soundless and I know that she is coming and will anchor me again.

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