the last train to the stars br would leave on time br br now a straggling wind br that blows along the line br banks shadows up against a wall br and there they terminally rise and fall br br they tangle with the echoings of footsteps br breaking out of ground br and the station clockwhite face br astounded at it all br br soon we'll hear the pistons race br somewhere the engine sigh br in corridors uncertain br just watching space drift bybr br Stephen Brian Bradybr br