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"

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