MACHINIST'S DREAM

towhere         towhere     towhere
    towhere      towhere      towhere
towhere     towhere      towhere
Trains confide to dark.
High above the train lines,
on a window next to a crucified lamp,
meaty woman loudly sings.

  towhere       towhere     towhere
towhere     towhere       towhere
    towhere       towhere       towhere ?
remains without the answer.