Station: Earth

“Is my train leaving or coming? I try not to decide.
But I can’t even jump on it, maybe derailed fate will give me a ride.
My tracks are so way off ground, they can track me for lightyears.
Lyrics that rip through dark matter, imprinting black holes with these starfields.
Light that’s so dense, opened my eyelids, and now, I reflect these stellar bars.
Electromagnetic, my heartbleeds, body of words with reality scars.
Heart feels on a pause, sends its love with each unconditional beat.”

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