Train dream

Round and round , I come back
To the same round -round stuff.

A door revolves to a train dream
A train always missed in station

And a child running in the grass .
A hillock waits at its vernal end .

Your mountain is my mountain
Your grass mine,your sky mine

Your round is me ,my stomach.
I am a child of your mountain.

I am ocher-running, vertiginous,
A knowledge gathering leaves.

My leaves fall by all time wind
A door revolves to train dream.

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