Kapelanka - Pociągi

Quickly, slowly, and it won't hurt you
Traveling, a ride on the tracks of breath.
Too strong, too thin, too hard for you,
Too quiet, too smooth and without rush.
Their faces shift emotionlessly,
Randomly tossed into space entirely.
Refugee-like, it removes all clothing from them,
To instinctively sweep the laundry.
Resistant red blood cells and sharp blades
Stay, resist, and get through.
To the top and to the sides, in their dark inlets
And constantly clap, hunt, surrender.
Started from the front they search for a reason,
Numb and quiet, similar to ice.
Crushed by fingers, pierced by endings
And finished with muzzles.

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Machines steam, senses fly away,
And hearts beat over human despair.
The steam is entirely dampened
And warm, hot, and quickly boiling.
A greedy passenger seeks revenge
And knocks and taps and taps and taps and taps.
A bold suitcase says it’s slippery,
That it only responds to breath up close.
My train to you, a water pipeline near the sky
Covers, lifts, invites you.
Reflexes fizz in the spacious air,
And steps pretend they can be better.
Morning yawning stops every moment,
To suppress the thirst that is becoming.
Western arms jump carelessly,
Hiding and rushing somewhere incomprehensible.

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