screams from the tracks

Hands suspended in resignation. Like a life left unlived. Standing too close to the passing train.Thoughts of people lingering. People who change in places out of their contexts. days running to their ends in unison. nighttime calls with grave delight.taillights weeping at the death of the night. the rage of the rain spilling into the gutters to be forgotten. but all things linger for a man with all the time in the world. the whitewashed walls of empires mock you. what can you possibly give that is not there?