When the Open is No Other
Naked the rails opened up into out to silver the possibilities of Harriet Tubman.
The third eye wears the reason why: They wont come home.
Where else is there is there to run when the open there is no other?
There. Running and finding that the question itself is a coalition of the light.
The called and passages foretold of ones west was unafraid of the iron door,
To be a lamp, the going go.
(That a body vanished could climb down the rails and now back around
Beneath everything else there is the railroad, a running and a finding, the railroad.
The belly of it all away there beside the sorrows and in this belly a lighted room.