I Won’t Miss My Train

by Gui Jean Paul Chevalier

On silent Roads
I and sets of refined collectives
Run for the chance of lost distances

To confuse clouds of mile
In the eye of misordered destinations
Pertinent to wasteful curiosities

The fair to catch swift mind meter on this track of high known flight, affords not to the frivolous yet pitiful yields.

Hide Right
For the chance to peruse untold scenes.
Ahead to ulcers of memory
Holds to the permission of destiny’s decided lean.