My shadow frowns a hole
In electric enlightenment
Firing in my reflection
A brilliant laughter at the source of speed.
The train doubles roaring
In recurrent raillery,
Shrieks at ironic turns;
In this strait-faced interior
Fat-Glasses the conductor
Smiles the deriding hole of each destination.
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