Deliverance

by Gary Beck

Puny dreamer of caravans
riding the subway
freighted
with mindless drools
dead, but seemingly sleeping,
rattle the paper every corpse
for stations
(time for motions of illusion)
come like ermine visions,
conductors soliloquy mumbled,
then
the Canal Street of the soul.

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