12.09.2013

Rail

it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
Well worn, the scarred-bright streak of steel
Running, running but standing heavy, hard, still
Unsoft stones rest sighing, couch its unsoft will
To look yes, to lean, and beware the roaring wheel.

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