「Diorama」

Welcome to my Diorama

Where the train goes round and

Round

Beside the mountain

In front of the station

Where the train goes round and

Round

On top of the misty mountain cold

Where the final bastion stand alone

Overlooking the only station

Where the train goes round and

Round

No noise No voice No cacophony

No birds shall chirp No wind shall blow

Even though it’s beside the sole forest

Only the melody and the Choo-choo train

Where the train goes round and

Round

Zooming into the station

A lone soul seats on the rocking chair

Living through the melody

As the cylinder’s pins strike the comb’s reeds

While observing the train on tracks

Where the train goes round and

Round

But,

What lies beyond this plane of view?

This destitution, this desolate woods?

This lone hill standing against the times?

The world beyond is worlds away

From the tracks that will not be astray

Where the train goes round and

Round

Stepping out into the abyss,

The world extends way down below

But nothing to the left right center.

There was the fall, and only the fall,

As the weightlessness falls behind,

Like passing through most viscous of fluids,

Compressing all left right and center.

Senses numb, there was nothing to feel,

But I caught the wooden plane.

Standing on my Diorama,

With the station and the hill,

The woods, the land, the time and space,

Devoid of substance and of being.

Devoid of melodious melody and the choo-choos of the train,

On top of these silent tracks,

Where the train shall forever

Stop.