if only
no one had been
at the station to greet me
but the moon
and maybe
instead of me
getting off of a train
the moon could have got on board
as deep as the tracks traveled
to find a place where it is always dark
where sleep is a dirty word
and there's nobody foolish enough
to work for a dream
where the night needs no name
and the stars remember everyone
by face
where not an utterance
not a whisper
is ever spoken of the sun
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