Tracking The Lines.

           Tracking  the lines

The  dragon like wheels that are set,

Move  backwards  and  forwards,

Tracking  the lines along, miles

and  miles  far off, beyond your ken.

The onward  path serene   and  poetic ,

Free  from  panic, eager to  reach its goal,

Watching  through the window, each

And every station, pulse of humanity,

Move about, a mindless noise   and

Notation, mechanically devised.

Is it  noise or  Voiced Voice, you

Need  to ponder   and  prevaricate.

The  downward  journey, the  pitch  dark,

The  barking  of  the dogs on the 

Starless  night, the Dalila  like  arrival

On the platform,   awful  for you:

 You know,Dalaila  has   much  to  say.

All depends  upon how  to  foray .

The    arrival  on the platform  veers

On its reels, ready  to  take us .

It   has  to  track  miles and miles

Far  beyond  our  ken and  goods.