Metrodream

The soft sensation of being propelled
sidelong through a hole in the ground

Steel whispering to steel

Increasing, till it's almost too much

Drifting into shallow sleep
that stretches the interval to infinity

The music of rail and guitar merge

Dreams emerging

Imagining Turner or Tennyson here

Incredulous

Then hurling the moment
another two hundred years hence

Propelled through stately stars
in an infinite dream

Beyond Heaven and Hell

Living

Post-climactic steel
whispers me to wakefulness, slowing

Doors hushing-open

I'm here