Watching a train wreck leaves me at a loss, for words or anything else. Too wrapped up in it, even I can see that. Lofty thoughts–higher reasons. Destruction dutifully precedes construction. It gets me through.
It still puzzles me though, why rightful conclusion of matrimony requires years of acrimony–the tracks on which the train runs.
Couple of tracks out of place, derailment–where is that monkey-wrench gang when you need it?
Someday, with luck, time will see this route fallow, overgrown, iron, timber, sinking to chemical respose in the soil of my soul. Taken back, broken down–much as I am now.
Iteration. Train keeps a’runnin.
Shouldn't...but Do 
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