Presence tense

Stepping on a train

there was nothing

but limited time

and the pouring rain.

 

A lone carriage car

was my home

no warm fireplace,

but not very far

 

was an cosy armchair

where I rest my form

nothing less or more

than my presence there.

 

Was I really content?

– question unanswered

Great towering steeples

and time just leant

 

and I slid slowly

down its endless

slippery slope

until I was wholly

 

consumed within

its grand halls

and passageways,

enveloped in its skin.

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