(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]

when you're that train

when you're that train
you don't have the
time to look around
or even consider the past

when you're that train,
everything's a blur
your surroundings
devolve into rushing lines
stretching into
semimulticoloured smears

there's no future
no past
not even
a present
just cascading moments
seamlessly flowing
into each other
like an endless succession
of overlapping ethereal
waves

when you're the train
blasting through the
magmafied Grand Canyon
you're forever alert
dodging melting crags and
self-spewing lava terrain
evading total death
every half-beat heartsecond tic
on the wall-mounted tockee

you're a giant metal snake
racing just above
the ground
levitating only on
account of your speed
and if you ever stop
or slow down for a breather,
you'll fall to the earth
and you'll crash and you'll burn
and you'll be torn apart
into liquified metal shreds...

running is just
falling forward
and catching yourself
on repeat,
until you decide
to give up

airplanes
can't stop in midair
they're going places,
baby