Fall, train,
fast,
out of your traps.
Among evens,
crashing evens,
an instance of despair and hope,
in the emptiness of fullness.
And this guy had a dream of a falling star,
and the painter said he painted all the signs
he received,
because he's a receiver,
and all the signals kept on saying, go faster,
go deeper, little train.
And the train,
yeah,
crashing evens,
and stones,
and books,
and newspapers,
and shoes,
and
other lost evens.
The bride said,
the bride said she would love to take the fast train
to escape the small village of her youth,
and the disappointing walls.
She knows by
heart, for sure, it's not a fancy.
She wants to ride,
to ride the fast train,
to ride the
tracks, till the end.
It's a moving box, a moving world.
With moving evens, and chains
of people,
crying,
families.