Aware in a train

Rain poured in bunches, quickening
Acacias that needed no quickening

Once in the train seat I cogitate on
A fevered awareness in skin-pores

A youth talks over his chicken-rice.
Aliveness eats the recent aliveness,

I withdraw in pretended disinterest
And submit to forced somnolence.

I let eyelids fall softly and unaware
In a gradual ceasing of being alive

Like that piece of a once-aliveness
Unkicking against an alive stomach.

A griping baby howls its awareness
Thick curtains fall over train berth.
Today and I have both ceased.


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