Alive

by David Andrés Alíx

Staring at the sun

Disembarking headlong

Into a canyon

Taking the podium

With standing room only

Waiting for the gate to drop

Piercing the skin to the stop

Loitering the E train’s

Track’s

Platform’s

Edge as the

Oncoming turbulence

Blows back your hair

Frequencies too much to bear

Because they prove

To be not enough

-2014.02.24

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