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The Central American was Swallowed by the Atlantic Ocean.
She hid her beauty softly
behind wings folded in pairs
and closed her eyes
with the softest sigh
be argent I was told
take careful notice
of how she makes words
in the corners of her mouth
lips trembled.
I crossed the tracks
with their red flashing eyes
warning me my future
would be flying by.
I looked both ways
as our teachers taught us to
yet I did not see anything
that seemed to be new.
In anger I found
the darker colors
of the rainbow
bathing on me a sea
of reds and greens
would it be so sweeter
to let these things pass?
to feel them inbetween
blinded fingertips
reassures me of my past
something that I know for sure
returns to my grasp.
There she remains
just across three rows of steel
lingering in dreaming
I lay down on the tracks
wait for those large metal wheels
to slice through me,
to show me what is real.
