I get myself on the trainlike I do every day.
Thousands of times.
I know the benches, windows, and doors.
Yet I can't say for certain
that I've ever rode in this car.
So similar in sound and structure they are.
So I stand here and wonder
if I've been here before
in this spot
or am I unknowingly
exploring someplace new
subjecting my eyes
to familiar visions yet up to now unseen.
It's such a beautiful notion
that a single tear wells.
It would've dropped to the dirty floor
thereby marking my presence
if it wasn't for a single thread of drool
which hangs from my gaping mouth
and hits the floor first.
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