You have ashes in your eyes, she said,
wiping ashes and tears from my face.
You're not crying, are you?
No...it's merely time and the beauty
of the night. The sky was indigo and purple
against the sea and starlight fell across continents,
across the past.
The train sped through the night
and turned time to ashes.
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