The grains of my thoughts.

4 08 2009

The grains of my thoughts, lie
on the tracks of creation.
The entity of tradition forms myths,
burnt in the stars.
Once every lunar cycle,
the creation locamotive is struck.
The stain of after-burn,
scrapes into the paint of the cargo carriages.
Rust never forms on lost paint.
Forever creating new shades of locamotion.
What will be, will be!
Burning on the tracks of creation.

Dream carrier.

Dream carrier.

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