Light, a Point in Space

Oh, to be on that train
approaching the speed of light,
descending into blue-black deserts
and trailing into desert nights.

Approaching the speed of light,
my flesh bends and twists and breaks.
And trailing into desert nights,
my bones become earthquakes.

My flesh bends and twists and breaks,
while my eyes define the arrow's draw.
My bones become earthquakes,
shaking at the arrow's crawl.

While my eyes define the arrow's draw,
I blind myself indefinitely,
shaking at the arrow's crawl,
scratching at the arrow's belly.

I blind myself indefinitely,
allowing me the time to think,
shaking at the arrow's crawl,
my infinite time in every blink.

Allowing me the time to think,
time sinks in deeply to the core of me,
my infinite time in every blink,
I am now able to see what I want to see.

Time sinks in deeply to the core of me,
and the arrow's sting becomes a dull nagging,
I am now able to see what I want to see,
your smile, stretched thin, your voice gently lagging

and the arrow's sting becomes a dull nagging.
When did the time become the wrong place?
Your smile, stretched thin, your voice gently lagging...
This time, it seems, riding this lightning train, I am suddenly lacking grace.

When did the time become the wrong place?
How did it come that when I touch you I feel every inch fumbling?
This time, it seems, riding this lightning train, I am suddenly lacking grace
and filling my voids with the infinite particles of light.

How did it come that when I touch you I feel every inch fumbling?
Oh, to be that train...
This time, it seems, riding this lightning train, I am suddenly lacking grace
and trailing into desert nights.


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