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The sudden jerk, the moving platform,
The still heart, now set into motion.
The waiting eye begins its search;
For the first glimpse beyond foundation.

Through the gravelly, snaking steer
Runs a rhythm obediently offbeat.
The vessel following the anxious ride,
Its contents pushed off the window seat.

The lingering, lagging eye now finds
It rapid; the hastening background, its pace
And unearths a world entirely new,
Failing to keep up with the chase.

Now comes to halt; the tiring ride,
While the sleepy self drowns in a slumber
And starts afresh, dragging the eye,
Leaving the mind much at the rear.

Now in mind comes the station;
The station that had me so drawn,
The station I wished to catch a glimpse of,
The station...long gone.