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At the level-cross

Sitting in a car
Waiting for the train to come
Waiting for the train to go
To come away from somewhere
And to go away to some-other-where.

Why do I wait

When it does not concern me.
Of what probability is the chance
That therein will be someone I knew once.
Why does the hour glass always tilt
Midways and stop
So that time would come along
And sit besides me
And wait
For the train from somewhere
To go some-other-where.13-11-2003


From Life in a Multiverse

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