Adrian Montgomery Engine 486
Durango to Silverton ============================ San Juan Mountains before
Red Mountain Pass ////////////////////////// Train wrecks as two parts of me collide
One an historic relic >>>>>>>>>>>>>>
<<<<<<<<< one high speed bullet train
Sense impressions intermingled ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~with a coruscant intellect.
coal fired steam pours narrow gauge rails into overhead electrification to create vivid imaginings, mangle new destinies #######################################
along the Animas River, engine hauling 286,600 pounds/////a thousand flashes of memory
steel, water, and cargo toward water tower stops, fragments of homes, the smell of mountains
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synchronicity stabs stating you arrive with all the subtlety of a freight train
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we cede these visages as imagery sung by loquacious tongues, in the shadowed corners – all the fears, debts, atrocities are piled up
Conductor calls the shots **************************************** there’s no escape from responsibility
I am the Engineer, complicit, culpable (to stand with the Fireman) and I can barely calm the dragon that scries the future {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{my wellspring of shame}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}
smashing into whatever ate my past- familial bonds and human failings
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(Head and Rear Brakemen screech, pull, will the stop) while mythologies reveal the hidden dangers of archetypal activism as we lose ourselves in over-identification, righteousness, or doubt (the passengers begin to shout)
Each moment of conjunction:::::::::::::reciprocity::::::::when my embodied self ameliorated the suffering of another or my own is a gift ::::::::::::::::::::this rare moment of communion
1878 Nomad car that bore four Presidents through the West/ intertwining insights /this is that famous train from Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid
Old train of creativity, deeply held convictions, passions of the mind, a journey of desire along all these sharp mountain curves^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^emotive effusions of art, papered meanings to the place Utes call heaven but they call the million dollar highway $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
engine 486 curves in its track as cars fly by on 550 @@@@@@@ Visual striving, resolution + melodic companions, finds me lacrymose, overwhelmed by beauty
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Twisted metal chunks recalling The Wild Bunch! Will it all end guns ablaze dying in San Vicento? Sundance is a crack shot but we’re outnumbered kids!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
These offerings, gifts, and sacrifices pointing toward divine grace and awe, genuflections and contrition all lead to promises of an immortal soul – that slow train to transcendence at 14,000 feet the thin cold air soothing the mind’s whirl ”””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””’
Maybe this time the super train of imagination never left the station, or I’m still riding on creativity laughing at apophenia as she zooms by, ghost train mirage, there never was a wreck, it was only in my mind ==========================================================================
River of Lost Souls Anna Montgomery
The original poem can be found here: http://chromapoesy.com/2011/07/09/apophenia-and-creativity-a-kind-of-self-possession-2/
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