What to think when strange, black, train tankers start
following me around in life.. Like dark thought bubbles..
flashing cryptic, white graffiti across my days and weeks.
What do they mean?
Something only for me. That I keep noticing.
How many others do I not see?
Or is it that I see everything, and the pattern is starting
to repeat...
Like a skip in time, or a dream quietly tapping at my window,
Waiting to get in.
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