I’ve missed my stop
and it just keeps going.
The absurd world
whirrs beyond
and I recognise nowhere.
I’ve fallen for tracks
and the howling only
rises and rises as we disappear.
There are flames atop;
the blossom is snowing
in small, pearled
marbles that bond
and part everywhere.
I’m calling for stacks
that rise up stonily
as the ancient towns appear.
Vast Imbecility 