I spent hours

considering

along what tracks

your thoughts might run

and if I could link my train

to your rail system

but then I faced the fact,

trains run along linear lines

and have their destinies

mapped out in  steel

and along gravelly banks

Not so your mind

it flows more

like a contradictory river

climbing back on its banks

flooding its own upstream

drowning its source

How do I know

well
I don't

and it's this ignorance of mine

which lures me into you

again and again

into your mouth

to feed upon the words

and to map what of your mind

is hiding behind them

I will scrap my steel train

and  bring about a ferriswheel

high enough to let my thoughts

see your world from above

and hope for a safe descent

and cradle you in the same

gondola next time around

damn all the trains

climb into my ferris wheel

lets whirlygig

the rest

and see ourselves altogether

from above