Journey

Through the train window
Flashing eternity
Rolling, rolling, rolling
The hillsides by.

Later, I’ll say
I’ve been there,
Traveled through that place
Convinced and mystified.

Later still, I’ll return
And say
That’s not how it was

All skewed and modified
By isolation from memory
Disappointed
By lack of congruity
Deflated
By the irrefutable

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