Tear shaped raindrops falling feint
To cattle grids all in their shapes
First glint of moonrise far ahead
Halo shadow mountains to horizons stretch
While white line cruising centre lane
Freight weighed shadows midnight train
On tracks of silver laid so straight
At each and every fence the gate of fate
Transmission from life’s endless plain
Seeking grasping now to gain
In supermarkets to the vain
As red tail light marks passing train
Cluttered rooftops antenna strewn
Air once breathed we reconsume
Made by plants so green they try
To unearth things from star shot sky
Rainbows singing coloured arch they cast
Sky borne stairways from the past
The ridding nobles castles keep
As village open peasants sleep
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