A Certain Happening
the hours come to you like a train
you are not any of those passengers
waiting to be taken somewhere else
you are upon a different situation
as the train loses its body from its tracks
rams its existence upon a mountain
on some sparks of surprises creating fire
and explosion that shocks the city
with all of them dead
you are not one of them but you are
the one who watches the scene without any emotion
the hours come to you like a body completely numb
there are no more feelings except that peace
that stillness of space like a canvass empty
all white and frame-less against the silence.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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