Rail

Stitching weaves,
hidden trick up dirty sleeves
Click clack, worn track
Timber turned black
Forgotten leaves

Weary minds cast blurry eyes on
mechano skyline, lego horizon
Denies one a surprise along the way
as scorn and dismay arise without force
Lone break, sole clearing, an eighteen hole course
Soul-sifting capsules behind unfeeling horse

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