Runaway Train Thoughts stampede along abandoned rails, penetrating, nowhere, forever, into the endless abyss of the present, rhythmically flowing, without motion, ever deeper into the here, the empty everywhere, the mind a runaway train, connecting towns of ghosts and fields of grass, one blade upon the other, a smile and a wink, a whiskeyed frown, the trains that come from history are invisible in the now, and the here is ever still, be so these thoughts that consume the vital breath of life. ! Copyright 2007,Tom Radzienda. !