Train sleep

My existence is temporary to the train
As the gravelly things hitting its bottom,
Sparks that fly off its wheels as tangents,
Temporary things but real sleep things ,
Light sculptures in the night of the train.
Sleep is light sculpture in a night of sky.
The train’s light beam is sleep flying off,
A temporary thing waking from the night.

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