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A mountain–ice-capped
snowstorm heavy,
We buzzed through on a empty train.
Turbulence,     constant
eery atmosphere,
peace in a holding cell.

We gripped our beds,
the white world shook,
we listened for the sound of life,
No footsteps      nothing,
alone on a journey–
a self-driven train.

Then came marshes, slimy and dank,
green rubbish, putrid
What lurks beneath ignites our fear,
Tall grass      endless horizon
I feel myself falling–
and clench my bed again.

Suddenly–ice–everywhere,
a virus cascading,
walls, floor, a sweep of frozen paint,
Our breath      cut off,
enclosed tighter and tighter,
desperation breaks.

I run for a door above,
they see and follow,
with bare hands pulled away the ice,
Opens       a pair of feet,
I scream, they pull me up,
where was I now?

A second-story to my surprise,
clean red seats,
voices–more people–where were they before?
warm      secured,
I confront the new faces–
All my family there.

I wake confused and dazed,
daylight already,
What an odd little dream–
a journey of weirdest fantasy,
Unsatisfied I close my eyes,
alas, the train was gone.

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Smokey icing topped with mist
thicker than the thickest fog,
In the sky a giant cyst
Against the world another clog.

The trees are full, stuffed by air,
Fattened by our dying breaths.
The water russet with despair,
Underwater waves of death.

Clap of thunder shakes the leaves,
We sleep unshaken by its screams
Cannot hear the creatures grieve,
Cannot mend the broken seams.

We breathe the icing topped with mist,
Slowly freeze our lungs to ice,
Our ears resist, we let it persist
In the end we’ll pay the price.

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