While moving on the rails

Of my daily commute,

The world revealed itself to me

In a plume of diesel fumes.

Far from any magnificance,

It seemed quite a funny creature

Jumping like a maniac

Stamping on all the little creases

As if perspective was anathema

And flatness ideal.

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