expanding on the memories
in cataclysmic dismay
until photosynthesis nourishes
the submerged brain stem
and suddenly flowers shoot
from my previously bloodshot eyes

the systematic creation extends
through my skin in a melismatic shiver
each melodic turn sprouting green

the sharpest crack of the whistle
blasts off the tracks in the distance

I hear myself scraping along
following the squealing echoes
leaving a path of torn ivy leaves
through the industrial ruins
of another broken city

the path is neither winding
nor pastoral

as darkness comes
the leaves molt gingerly
and drift along the chipped concrete

tumbling brown debris
scatters into the crevices
leaving no trace of anything
as I continue on 'til daybreak