Steven Stewart


Music so serene

a train steaming through my mind
beyond the magic of man

Emotion not bottled but boxed

The cold gun metal rests in my head

lantern lights shine softly
on the ripples and ebbs
of mirroring water

Like the screech of nails on a blackboard

freedom extrapolates industrially

becoming so much white noise

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