So In Life With This

Lights hanging in the train tunnel
lights with wire baskets
lights white like diamonds in the cartoons
We're in no cartoon.
We're in white-walled rooms
Here
now
in life.
I'm so in life with this.
I'm so in life with this.
I'm so in love with this.
Life.
Headphones pipe fields of audio blossoms from their tiny buds.
The train carries north but the journey goes
deeper than the tunnel of Providence.
Lights like landing strips, and my heart and soul finding refuge
with each note with each bulb,
again
and again and again.
Lights to guide the way.
Nothing lost.
Nothing.
Nothing!
If it's thought that way go that way
and find it.

Find it.

(Keep Going)