Ecotone

Daylight journeys across the ocean
Shadows constrained by the hillside's conceal
A postcard slideshow in locomotion
To the sound of axles and rusty railroad steel
To a flash of childhood scenery
I ponder the existence of my protocol
I should be feeling more than brumal apathy
In the wake of Mother's curtain call
Through the windowpane
A structure in the distance
An enclosed railway underpass
Fifteen years through the hourglass
Brother's waiting by the concrete gateway
Eight years older, raised by impression
I pursue thе shadow of his trail
Eight years younger, raised in comprеssion
Let yourself be eclipsed by the colossus
Through his mouth independence lies
Leave your childhood behind and see
How it feels to be old and free
So I ran
To a place where inward strife could not reach
So I ran
His desperate cry in synch with
The whistle of the train
Mary's presence will ease my pain