Track

 

2 A.M. moonlight . The train has stopped

out in a field. Far off sparks of light from a town,

 

flickering coldly on the horizon.

As when a man goes so deep into his dream

 

he will never remember he was there

 

when he returns again to his view.

 

Or when a person goes so deep into a sickness

 

that his days all become some flickering sparks, a swarm,

 

feeble and cold on the horizon

 

The train is entirely motionless.

 

2 o’clock: strong moonlight, few stars.