On the Gotenba Line Again
Here waiting for those fleeting moments when,
just losing myself in the bustle of --
the hurried hustle of -- trains traded, tracked,
and all mixed up and almost missed again,
caught in the constant shuffle shunting past,
dancing steel in exquisite sleight of hand,
I find I've finally lost and left behind,
scattered and strewn somewhere along those tracks,
a trail of memories, all meaning lost,
all agony worn away to the bone,
as endless as that tempered, tangled maze,
in such moments I wonder couldn't this,
this quiet inside me, be happiness?
Last couplet is admittedly hurried, maybe not perfected yet, but wanted to throw this up for Josue. If you're lost in the grammar, then good. If you're not, read it again. Another metaphysical poem, my apologies...once again, my pen keeps leading me astray from my original, naive purposes. 'I think too much,' says Akkochan. 'I think you do too.' Can hardly deny it. Do wish she'd get back from the States. What the hell's over there anyway? hehe, sorry guys...don't hit me...