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