one of those "not as it seems" types of poems that has a few unique meanings to me. |
-The Temple Station- by Keaton Foster Bending Breaking That metal spine Twisted are the lines Across flat land Up burdensome hills Freefalling down The opposing side The engineer rules true His hands are on the pulse Of everything plausible The load he carries The weight he marries Precise and calculated Just enough power A little more steam Down the tracks He dares to go Out past town Way beyond home To another time Within this reality There the world waits A world to be lived An authenticity To be embraced The train is waiting At the temple station Steam and sound Bellows from below People without faces Enter and exit None are known to me Or to each other They whisper salutations As they pass each other by An attempt at making a connection Where clearly there is none One man dressed in blue Screams a final all aboard Like a fool I step inside Taking an assigned seat In no time The man dressed in blue Questions my right to ride Ticket please My reply I have none I saw the others Those already confirmed Climbing inside and I thought If them, then why not me Without raising his head And revealing his face The man in blue proclaims You must have a ticket to ride A fair paid in the fullest No apology offered Or exception considered You must exit this train And wait at the temple station You must remain there For as long as it takes For you to have the sum required Only if and when you buy a ticket Can you be allowed to ride Beyond this place and time Unsettling His tone and demeanor I do as he says Never considering an alternative Returning to the platform I’m sure that I will always remain The train leaves the temple station Heading to a place That I cannot be allowed to go Not because I don’t have the money But rather because the price That is required to buy a ticket I fear is just too high… The Temple Station Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |