Being pulled

In both directions move trains
making a racket louder than every voice.
Exposing sunlight through photographic perfection,
but only in a photograph.
Split down the middle, sitting separately.
Watching each others backs and watching what is behind one another.

A palace unthought, unplanned, unheard, but just close enough
Liquid flowing from two ears and shots fired.
God Damn.
Never knew he, I, we, she, her, had it coming.
Set up a campfire right here, in the valley of the closest shadow.
Set up to never fade.

Stumbling is never an accident.
Similar to a robbery of personal things,
certain things will never be forgotten or remembered, consciously.
A talkative human with respectable traits told a story once, and twice, and three times.
And the fourth time I was reminded how important it was for stories to be retold.
Not dried out from the sun's heat, bones do not show underneath skin, soul now trapped in a jar.
Still exploring every possibility of returning
Living with a list of to-do's
But rather the list of how to.
Salvation crossed off for 24 hours.