How much further does this train have to go?
I'll see it on the far side of the westerly slopes where my mind has manufactured the ocean in continuance to its infinity. It runs through the faults in the line that curve parallel with the various compositions of earth it travels on: dirt, asphalt, the thousands of years in age of metamorphic rock under pressure, and intense heat. These train tracks snake through like how a river determines it's systematic course of water travel. The progression of distance is constantly adjusting like increasing the boundary limits on a definite integral. Nonstop is the destination just like the progression of an individual whether it may be physical age or the thought process of the mind. When it's stagnant, there is no current, no wavelength to flow. It's like an ocean without the tide adjusted by mainly Earth's moon; a forest that has not experienced the burn of a fire.
So the train sits.
The rust slowly creeping up on its pristine metal frame.
It's no longer safe from the unseen destruction.
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