I loaded the variables like masterpieces

    from under the germ-led advance.

I saw your compass on a sea of frayed cable

    and aspects of vision afloat

in a glance.

and outside the train overnight floodlights

    on inexorable sights.



You loaded the variables like acquisitions

    from under the noses entranced

you heard some trumpets you thought were

    turntables and inklings to listen

    dispersed

in a glance.

outside the train overnight contrite the

    whistle wails goodnight apologizing like

    an ol' dictator might.



Of course we're now travelling by plane

if it's not a Canada of a pain

we'll entertain the idea of train

outside the train overnight bloodlines

    wheel-burnished in moonlight a great

    candescent white skeleton of flight.