Tuesday, 31 July 2018

Gunzel (July)

Morning promises a journey of a thousand miles. We are all gunzels, out early to discover old sleepers. They explain the way, their predictable steps set into places otherwise wilderness. While everyone else is looking the other way, we are riveted on rivetings. We use old lines, not caring if they have flimsy joins, or end up in a lake. Our minds are rail yards of constant excitement. They relish underground thoughts. Even wintry July deters not the true gunzel. Come evening we switch on the home entertainment unit, to bliss out at endless freight carriages passing before our eyes.

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