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the two worlds

and the truth of me

I dream the six lane highway

and the high speed train

inches from my bed, my head

all of it happened overnight

and that was Markwell Road

the highway only just built, blank

lanes yet to be marked

but the train is full

it won't stop here

a view of my acres this moment affords

but which of them look?

I want to say this is important

this is my place

of course, it's a test

can I stay?

is it home?

no matter what

for keeps

as birds

and frogs

all say?

I'd like to be able to get on here

but I know the train won't stop

these passengers bound from far to far

faceless at the window

who answer each their several calls

their places each as much to them

as my here is to me

I dream them come and past and gone

I'm glad they can't get off

I wake and it's winter of 2016

I'm going back to China again