A train had passed by a while earlier
Through childish, imagination-filled eyes
I glimpse the secret of fear
Of learning what I never wanted to know
Tostay asstill and light as sand
And hoping that my child eyes weren't caught in that moment
Contact with the dark-unknown
A ghost through a rail-car window
Streaking past, like the full culmination of life
I was in a momentary/eternal grip
With a bristling back
Swollen pupils, as in sharks and sex
Heart skipping, like coal-engine pistons
The lesson, for future reference
Mortality and transcendence
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