rations and imaginations
a railway station
the morning dew
and reason for
and thinking back on the warmth on the rails as wheels scrape against metal
grinding off any debri or mental notes left over from
Mountains laugh in the distance like large bellied uncles watching silly nephews scrape their knees
The sun beats down indifferently occasionally checking the clock down in central station
and She knows that it is more than a minute off
Towers sway like foreign soldiers
or travleors from outer space
A yawn of light spreads out for miles and miles and spins a web for the shadows in the settling of tonight
Firstly, you got something out of the box. Stuff that calls for closing your eyes, and just letting what comes to your mind flash.
I like that pretty much.
But I tend to mix reality and the surreal. This makes me question what you try to express.
Lemme know if I am write or wrong --- Were you trying to express how you feel all along -- and comparing your feelings with the motion and environment while in a train ... drawing metaphors between reality via the fictitious surrounding
Whatever be the case ... you got a very distinct and different style ... which makes one imagine and contrast