The sands are frantic
In the hourglass. But there is time
To change, to utterly destroy
That too-familiar image
Lurking in the glass
Each morning, at the edge of the mirror.
The train is still sitting in the station.
You only dreamed it was in motion.
- taken from 'The Skaters'( in the collection Rivers and Mountains), by John Ashbery.
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