the tram lingered in another century

              locked in hearts betrothed to other echoes

                          more exquisite than a hamburger's flip

                                they had exchanged tickets for heart beats

                                           what if the absence of encyclopaedias

                                                   were an impediment they would sway

                                                         in the patient carriages

                                                                     as if belief was still

                                                                             a subscriber to the loop

                               the island sprawled in a coma just

                                                beyond the window there would be no horizon

                                                        left in the traveller's lexicon just

                                      some humdinger cloud as far as a brain could smell,

                                                giant and nauseous curtains with no beginning or

                                                                end       an eternal theatre

                                                                     that had foreclosed its stage