The Train

Gaia's Breath Touches Down
upon my cheek
Pressures Change, Converge, collide, combine, sustain
upon my cheek
  The Train Yelps with a screech
  My Strange Self writes a speech:

"The Pain Helps if you seek"

Gaia's Tears Touch Down
upon my cheek
Weather's Weighs Like a feathers face
upon my cheek
  The Train Yelps with a screech
  My Strange Self begins to see:

"The Pain Helps if you need"

Gaia's Scent Touches Down
upon my cheek
A Better Place is never late
upon my cheek
  The Train Yelps with a screech
  My Strang Self begins to read:

"The Pain Helps if unique"

Gaia's Pure Love Bubbles
up from beneath
A Centered State will never wait
up from beneath
  The Train Tells like it speaks
  The Pain Helps if you believe:

"The Pain Helps if you = me"