Last night
I went into an imaginary wood
Random impressions of Saint Ronan wannabe
captured in low-res
My reverie began
with a long familiar vessel
A place I rest and meditate
Almost always alone
Trains at night
what they look like
The woods where I'm from
Kept the floating lighthouse in sight
to find my way back again
to find my way back again
Because the cops don't need you
It's right at the police dock
But they are rarely around
Trains keep disrupting the peace
taking over the intersection
In the imaginary woods
The old home of my childhood
nearby
The old home of my childhood
nearby
Having a flashback
March 2016
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