I hear the ringing
and ringing
but I don’t want to answer
not yet
not this time
leave a message
I can almost hear it
its cold, clammy hands
hungrily clawing at me
scythe in hand
reaching for me

I’m not picking up

so instead;
I’m counting seconds
like flawless diamonds
each one strung together
as if they were a train to salvation
and I, a hopeful passenger
losing myself in the rhythmic sound
of its powerful engine

a jazzy sound
thumping with pride
and I swoon when I hear it
because it reaches out
and holds my hand
and I in turn reach in
and clutch my heart
knowing that in the process
I am dancing with gods

divine hope brimming
the train is singing
and I’m listening
this time I’m really listening
the sound is deafening
but I am taking shallow breaths
so that I don’t drown out a single note

and I am dying
but I’m not lying
when I tell you that
this train will take me home

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